Purple hazed
In my myopic gazeyour drizzled apparition —is purple to my failing eyes;ghostlike, veiled in rainyou, a rainbow specterwho brail to sunshineonly to my probing fingertips. You were never sunshineexcept when […]
In my myopic gazeyour drizzled apparition —is purple to my failing eyes;ghostlike, veiled in rainyou, a rainbow specterwho brail to sunshineonly to my probing fingertips. You were never sunshineexcept when […]
When weather change from freezing into thaw the ice below moans melodies as if in pain. When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw we huddle leeward from […]
This weather is a nothingness of grey — More fog than rain, a moist defying pull of gravity that clings to skin with silky tentacles as adamant as pestilence; this […]
despite the cumulonimbus of your silence – a silver lining as the sun streamed through in melodies of sweet forgiveness, tempting me despite the thunder far away we hide together […]
In awe I watch as Blushing clouds are making love And so multiply Tomorrow rain will wake me Brought by offspring of today — Tanka written July 4, 2012
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
Now we see through a glass, darkly