Daylight
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
I think of spring in terms of daylight more than snow. This morning was the first morning of this year when I saw my shadow while bicycling to work. Sunrise […]
It’s sunrise. Cold. She’s still asleep; a child, beaded and with dreadlocks; she’s fashionably trashed but judging from the needle-marks on her forearms the search for veins has been successful. […]
The cantaloupe’s still sleeping on water vapor condensation rising from the sugar crested waves, to meet Calabrian pine-trees’ need, pregnant with its listless waiting. The fog weighs pelts of sheep […]
when limp sails fill with morning breeze night ends in tangerine and red day’s reflected promises — Linked to Carpe Diem — June 17, 2014
as morning dew capture rising sun – eternity Linked to Carpe Diem — February 6, 2014
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