Apocalypse
Weired the river’s low (1) it’s flow our hunger (2) wind blown,owned; (3) the soil is scorched (4) from carbon torched. (5) A weir is used to dam the water […]
Weired the river’s low (1) it’s flow our hunger (2) wind blown,owned; (3) the soil is scorched (4) from carbon torched. (5) A weir is used to dam the water […]
O mighty righteous man who rule this world You sense what’s right or wrong, and all our facts are yours to bend or keep in secret furled. O humble, gentle […]
Finally. After years and years they were on their way. Amy and Marcus were to live their dream. House and cars were sold. Burning midnight oil as paralegals had paid […]
The moments just before is also after; each beat of heart are pearls upon a string: until it falls apart in pieces — broken. But how to tell which moment […]
I cannot count each layer laid, on the back of bark, from rise of sap, for every year a ring for every spring I’ve grown. I have seen the aged […]
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