Catch its silver in the sieves
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
When branches try to capture truth in moon the year unwritten scribble silver words from moon It bleeds in melting snow — the sentences unknown, as silent phases of the […]
the old oak’s roots – reach from past to future recall last year linked to Carpe Diem — January 1, 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
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff