A flower ‘mong the thorns
from deep within the thorns a flower suddenly emerges it’s beauty contrasting its host but within a day forever gone her father was addicted and her mother, she had left […]
from deep within the thorns a flower suddenly emerges it’s beauty contrasting its host but within a day forever gone her father was addicted and her mother, she had left […]
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
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff