Drying our wings
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
When even hell has closed its doors we’re waiting by the river shore empty purses, swaying, waiting. saying: we cannot pay the ferryman. And every night the river suicides will […]
mountain cabin from its beard of icicles sunshine water-drops Linked to Carpe Diem — December 13, 2014
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,