my lips are sealed
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
In token trust of whispered woes we wait, we wait in slipping silence darkness binds us to its secrecy. Tonight’s delight alone – secluded kiss my lips are sealed in […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
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.