You smelled of wind
I hear the waves contained in shell-shocked-grey in calcite walls, concrete a smothered voice. “You can never catch me” your hair was wings you smelled of wind. You were fading […]
I hear the waves contained in shell-shocked-grey in calcite walls, concrete a smothered voice. “You can never catch me” your hair was wings you smelled of wind. You were fading […]
Deriving death of sunken ships your lighthouse darkened, stormy seas eroding shorelines, bending knees escaping, wallow, bouncing hips your cotton dress was clinging wet in tears, in rain and midnight […]
from the rough sea the salty smell of sea-weed – diving gulls Linked to Carpe Diem — October 1, 2014
Cape Murato – playful swallows tease the breaking waves Linked to Carpe Diem February 14, 2014
echoes of the past resound into the present a dream of the sea (Off The Tippet) undulating purple waves dissipate reality (Björn) Many apologies for not visiting back. […]
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