A child of ocean
A child of the ocean swathed in shades of blue and dashed with sunny writes of romance. Lo! hear words are flowing flowered blooming bright from warmth of south with […]
A child of the ocean swathed in shades of blue and dashed with sunny writes of romance. Lo! hear words are flowing flowered blooming bright from warmth of south with […]
When you build your home, carpenter apprenticed, from its walls to roof, from the carpets to its paint carefully selected (you might think), and afterwards you invite some friends for […]
inked on parch- me(a)nt, white words played, cut and hyp- hend bent are still preciser briefer — sliced, de- leted than my sentenced sense pretense in prose. Today at dVerse […]
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