The mournful mountains where we met
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
In fragrance of courageous doors we’re sworn in secrecy of scribbled deaths. My feet are nailed to brazen quests, of mournful mountains where we met. In ties of stubborn steel […]
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