Listen to their song
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
Before the sodden churchyard has been kissedby daylight skipping in between headstones,I hear them through the chilling autumn mist,the muffled footsteps of returning souls.From All Souls by Kim Russel 2025 […]
those days we think that we are close our glowing tangerine of ends when evening comes it’s time to doze those days we think that we are close to the […]
During this long trip pangs of homesickness come suddenly. With every station the train take me further and further from the place I called my real home, the place were […]
Today, once again I try to combine different prompts. Carpe Diem has both haibun and awake, and at dVerse Karin wants us to write about a trip. The polished aluminium […]
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