Dreams of parting
Bobbing in the bluereflections of yet anotherday of pleasing boozingartist buddies abates,.She feels the shadowof his brush and easel,she reduced to oil on canvasshe herself a painterher idle fingers itchingfor […]
Bobbing in the bluereflections of yet anotherday of pleasing boozingartist buddies abates,.She feels the shadowof his brush and easel,she reduced to oil on canvasshe herself a painterher idle fingers itchingfor […]
At home today, Monday, three o’clock and I go for tea. Only a few steps from my desk to the kettle: another habit; a short break, a brief relapse. But […]
Sun kissed the dry grass a last time before condensation froze to silvery rime. A veiled woman drifted almost aimlessly to the edge of an industrial plot. Cristina was beautiful […]
also the bullfrog listens to the nightingale – pond is kissed in gold Linked to Carpe Diem October 2, 2014
the bleeding sun paints rivers that meander cross the sea that ceased to move in dying evening wind I hear sailors curse their burning sails that ceased to move so […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.