Blood and keyboards
Let’s feast on words, pretend it’s hunger or symphony as wheels on wet tarmac. Let’s syllable — reflect on undulation of grass in motion, or patient toads in waiting. Let’s […]
Let’s feast on words, pretend it’s hunger or symphony as wheels on wet tarmac. Let’s syllable — reflect on undulation of grass in motion, or patient toads in waiting. Let’s […]
As solstice darkness softly melts explodes in cotton candy views when night is never really felt. We walk together, hands are held above the sky a Prussian blue as solstice […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff