Of phone-sex and c(r)aves
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Broken into order, arranged we’re waiting row by row each hue its own; each shade of you is sorted through; how brittle is your shell? Cause yolks are yellow, brains […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,