war of waiting – for dVerse
When cordite-green is stained by mud and blood hear — slipping — sound of boots that hug our soil; with faces cut in stone and ash, we wait for orders […]
When cordite-green is stained by mud and blood hear — slipping — sound of boots that hug our soil; with faces cut in stone and ash, we wait for orders […]
in pain of loneliness she’s counting windowpanes as seconds crawl across her skin and barista-psssh count the minute steps of dirty newspapers unread & coffee dregs turn cold she waits […]
highest branch – where all the apples gather patiently waiting outside the Apple-store – new iPhone Linked to Carpe Diem — September 24, 2014
sustained in her watery womb of indigo sustained in waterlogged wakedness for his existence sustained by the wickedness of waiting, waiting, wanting sustained with barely heartbeats from his bursts of […]
I played around with Zenbrush on my iPad.
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