The cyclops’ night
The night I stared into the cyclops’ eye prepared to die I knelt and bent my head he pinched me by the nape and made me cry and as a […]
The night I stared into the cyclops’ eye prepared to die I knelt and bent my head he pinched me by the nape and made me cry and as a […]
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,