Blackbird pottery
Just from the blackbird such a song was heard in spring. Just when overheard love flings undeterred and sings. So it hooked and stirred breaking heart to sherd with stings. […]
Just from the blackbird such a song was heard in spring. Just when overheard love flings undeterred and sings. So it hooked and stirred breaking heart to sherd with stings. […]
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,