Strawberry and linen sense
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
Sunwarm strawberries smothered softly with the whiteness of the whipped cream, and linen promises. Cellar cold the sweet German wine in narrow bottles is a golden dream of dew-drops on […]
Sogi wrote: Now that they end There is no flower that can compare With cherry blossoms For me this is particularly about longing, about how you don’t really understand what […]
My day is sourmilk, and inky clouds of drizzling misery; it’s death and greed of sooted news; a cup of tea and orange juice; cottage cheese and rhubarb jam; redolent […]
summer night – honeysuckle and wine together furnace heat anticipate the afternoon petrichor ripe tomatoes warm against your lips with basil leaves Linked to Carpe Diem
‘gainst thunderheads that break a summer heat the sails have never been as pale before it’s like they’re dying in a last defeat to reach a haven and to come […]
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