Metamorphosis
In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked. Just like Pomona let herself from sleight of hand be led, she’s longing to […]
In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked. Just like Pomona let herself from sleight of hand be led, she’s longing to […]
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