And they still don’t go
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
Oh, startled shudder, worms and worries with ash and soil and raging hair I put my trust in winter’s flurries In raging moon my eyesight blurry for milky shadows, winded […]
A jealous breeze whispers, moving through the blinds Sun drawn patterns dance across the floor Echoes fill this dreaded room, those whining words that whip and tousle hair. I miss […]
They said he smiled between the bursts of death a student with a parasol that hid an AK-47. They said he smiled and laughed when tourists ran. Maybe in this […]
Spit(e) and ashes — words. A pull of liquid fire flows as worms inside my veins I’m a cuddling want, a wishful night, a silky corpse. I’m the black prose […]
My garden rests heavy with the weight of rain drained at evening from the growth from daylight slavery from chlorophyll machinery from nagging voice of seize the day. “Do the […]
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,