Me – your tipsy moon
Name your poison: me; dirty elixir and shaken chaser, sour wind or tonic, tipsy moon between your sheets from vesper into dawn. It doesn’t matter cause for me it’s you […]
Name your poison: me; dirty elixir and shaken chaser, sour wind or tonic, tipsy moon between your sheets from vesper into dawn. It doesn’t matter cause for me it’s you […]
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,