Nightshade whispers
Is it lunacy — this slow decay of night? As nightshade whispers and how moths commit its suicide when flying close to light… A laughter fills my abdomen with rot […]
Is it lunacy — this slow decay of night? As nightshade whispers and how moths commit its suicide when flying close to light… A laughter fills my abdomen with rot […]
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