Scarecrows – Visdare climbing
aghast above in tree their silence ominous like little scarecrows they just wait a presence is like noose around my neck but as I’m climbing up they disappear and then […]
aghast above in tree their silence ominous like little scarecrows they just wait a presence is like noose around my neck but as I’m climbing up they disappear and then […]
Wednesday means it’s once more time for Friday Fictioneers. Today I have little melancholy for you. Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every […]
Haiku for Haiku Heights. tree. yet a spring is here with hesitant greenery aging oaks stretch out ~~~ aging oaks stretch out welcome summer sun again brother in decay ~~~ […]
A dead tree is full of life – Home for bugs and worms Food for woodpeckers Who also call it home It bringing up a family For preying buzzards The […]
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