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 […]
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,