Hypochondria?
Deep in darkness, worms and root. in bloodstream and her brittle bones a hydra I can sense is growing, swelling fast numbing pain and lumps. Her liver-spots. Or deep inside […]
Deep in darkness, worms and root. in bloodstream and her brittle bones a hydra I can sense is growing, swelling fast numbing pain and lumps. Her liver-spots. Or deep inside […]
Such chance, as from the chrysalis with wings We met Extended – we were as butterflies — we Reached for skies when night was fireflies. Ecstasy as one we danced, […]
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,