I cleaned the big dipper – beat poetry for dVerse
Firing guns are in my brain again across the sky – like falling stars The Big Dipper cannot catch them the liquid from those evil tracks. It pours the souls […]
Firing guns are in my brain again across the sky – like falling stars The Big Dipper cannot catch them the liquid from those evil tracks. It pours the souls […]
under starry sky my tears of solitude as spilled milk September 4, 2013
A prompt of endless skies in Carpe Diem gave me a little mystic haiku. In endless skies she hears the only stars that talks of bliss — August 29, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis