Some days are plastic garbage bags
Some Days are plastic garbage bags barely floating in the murky water of a pond, licked by hungry tongues of lizard’s fog wriggling in my dirty socks. Some days are […]
Some Days are plastic garbage bags barely floating in the murky water of a pond, licked by hungry tongues of lizard’s fog wriggling in my dirty socks. Some days are […]
Inspired from text fragment from Bleak House Chapter 31 (I) The barking of a dog; little old woman perversely animated. (III) A wretched chimney piece of a peculiar smell curtsy […]
Both grasses and trees waiting for the moon dewy evening Write something for this and a troiku to me I especially like that portion about waiting, there is something special […]
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