It’s spring
When breaking through the leaves what’s left in purpled hearts were wounds and scars, and scent of decomposing bones, when through composted death these stems of hope and buds explode […]
When breaking through the leaves what’s left in purpled hearts were wounds and scars, and scent of decomposing bones, when through composted death these stems of hope and buds explode […]
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, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff