Carpe Diem Tan Renga – Carol’s ”tickling ivories”
tickling ivories scintillating music sound filling the inner soul (Carol) smells of rose and sandalwood remind me of your voice (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 18, […]
tickling ivories scintillating music sound filling the inner soul (Carol) smells of rose and sandalwood remind me of your voice (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 18, […]
by the shallow pond reflection drawing northern fowl a warm sun shimmers (Joanne) silence falls from withered leaves tell her of his winter lies (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem […]
by candlelight young man ages rapidly looking for truth hidden in the darkness forgetting daylight’s bliss Writing a tanka with real toads is an opportunity I cannot miss. — November […]
my little green lawn dreams about the pampas grass i dream of the stars (Jazzbumpa) where I can spy on women in their stardust bikinis (Björn) Linked to Carpe […]
in hidden places under the porch floorboards- cherry blossoms (Managua Gunn) wrinkled hand shivers slightly as she pours a cup of tea (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — […]
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