Lilacs smell goodbye
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
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.