a praise to roots below
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
I see those striving winter canopies they’re clawing upwards into waning lights and sway in that wintry misantropy but down beneath we wait for spring delights when sun kissed leaves […]
on watery background trees paint ink-washed silhouettes – after-noon snowfall my mind wanders aimlessly like a nut-searching squirrel Linked to Imaginary garden with real toads (my garden have toads, but […]
There are expected stops where we can follow the progress of our trip. They provide a confirmation of progress through the endless parade of taiga spruce. Then there are the […]
further in songs among the trees my vision quest — October 4, 2013
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