Spirit of spring
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
Rose-breeze shimmer spill the spark open shadow-clouds ajar, journey far. You melt my heart. whisper ghosts away and breathe to soothe my scars lull the cue to curl my toes. […]
I miss the days when girls would giggle in my presence as I flushed, embarrassed; I miss how my intestines wriggled; when mortified I searched. for pimples, or an open […]
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