Pledge
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
Breeze me tender; move your hands along and graze my ribs unbroken. Mend me, be the river for my willow-roots. Blend forevers to caesuras, left between my heartbeats. Oxygen my […]
Below the willow’s bough we hid from warmth, a dragonfly and I. I whispered words, and danced amid the leaves with emeralds as eyes, that day she lulled me softly […]
under the willow carvings from a bleeding heart – crows are cawing Linked to Carpe Diem — April 3, 2014
even candent days cannot drive the willow leaves from their homing place (MMT) where the ants busy themselves preparing for the winter (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 7, […]
shedding summer skin willow floats downstream reflecting season’s end (Maggie Grace) as tears of loss adorn my final autumn apple (Björn) Linked to Carpe Diem — November 6, 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