Shadow Play
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
I stand, feeling I am about to be spilled to the floor Until you touch me and I am sure As a…
Originally posted on The voice of collaborative poetry:
I stand, feeling I am about to be spilled to the floor Until you touch me and I am sure As a…
Summer sachets of lavender longing in linen a smell of southern Provence my dreams are still warm in its seasoning The sunset of tangerine glistening butterflies dancing — we tasted […]
the silver road – shining in my first dream access barred Linked to Carpe Diem — January 29, 2015
In Sweden we have a tradition to have peasoup and pancakes every Thursday. The peasoup is made from yellow dried peas, and is thick and rich. Usually you add lots […]
little star hiding her shyness behind cumulonimbus words sparkling enigma not for plucking father says aging star waiting for a breeze to clear the sky burning cold only shrinking secrets […]
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,