Even bedbugs
in bluish moonlight dancing shadow filigree — even bedbugs leave tiptoeing as syllables whispered for a gentle breeze Today Gayle are guestblogging at dVerse MTB, and she discuss on how […]
in bluish moonlight dancing shadow filigree — even bedbugs leave tiptoeing as syllables whispered for a gentle breeze Today Gayle are guestblogging at dVerse MTB, and she discuss on how […]
my warm hand feel your hand in mine – cinnamon smell softness of my naked skin on a birthday morning Linked to Carpe Diem — January 25, 2014
moment of their death whirling with the wind the leaving leaves entangled in your hair telling you au revoir Linked to Carpe Diem — January 12, 2014
the old oak’s roots – reach from past to future recall last year sheltered by its canopy we carved a vow of love My tanka in response to the Tan […]
from her past Christmas carols echo – lonely widow lights the second candle waiting for her son’s call Linked to Carpe Diem — December 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