Making love on battlefields
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Less from the ghosts than from a kiss you lost on me, the cemetery comes to life. It’s warm with cluster bombs. It thaws the blue of lips and melts […]
Beneath the canopy is grass and daisy words. And there are eyes in eyes forget-me-nots and hand in hand cause she is her and blood grape sun, a shared champagne […]
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,