Fishblood
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
Undercovered, veiled encrypted you – your words are braille on skin. I’m puppeteered at night, strained in strings with bedsheets as from skin, veiled in hair I’m scissored curved a […]
I miss you less in thunder than its absence in the way peonies bend when afterwards the summer rain is left in leaves,in grass. It’s hard to carry memories, acceptance […]
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