Carpe Diem Tan Renga – JRB’s “foreign field”
in a foreign field the wind still invokes their names the blood red poppies (JRB) high above a singing lark forget the battle echoes (me) Linked […]
in a foreign field the wind still invokes their names the blood red poppies (JRB) high above a singing lark forget the battle echoes (me) Linked […]
Managua wrote let the ravens come let them smile as they pick the flesh from the battlefield My addition to make it a Tan renga: forgive but don’t forget what […]
winter meadows blossoming frost works on window panes (Ese) ember’s tangerine glow caress your naked skin Linked to Carpe Diem — May 9, 2014
the Lotus bloomed before the summer breath and now I wake up (Kuheli) her sweet perfume still lingers echoes in my empty room Linked to Carpe Diem […]
daffodils open after two days of spring rain yellow from heaven (Jules Paige) enchanted by the sunshine the lazy bumblebees hum (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — April 11, 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