Treeheart
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
My heart is a bloodstone, rootwrapped and cold, runecarved with spells. I found it, just sprung from an acorn, and darkly it gave me a purpose to grow to the […]
deeply rooted branches sway in desert wind – scorpion waits Hamish Gunn has written a wonderful prompt, and he wants us to hide a deeper meaning in the haiku. Explaining […]
old oak waits till last carefully unfolds its leaves when blackbirds sing under its lime-green canopy purple frog-cups whisper spring in oak-leaf carpet acorn sends a sapling forth gnarled old […]
in summer sings its canopy and shadows me with verdant leaves where underneath I can forget this charcoal winter filigree of sooty fingers reaching up to cut apart this leaded […]
I heard in birdsong from the trees Sweet singers are invisible they sang temptations to be free How could they? it’s unfeasible Sweet singers are invisible They tempt us to […]
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