For Drusilla
When stirred she howls, vomiting delirium with white foam on her pale poison lips. “Does it matter if you die if you never have been loved?” She giggles as she […]
When stirred she howls, vomiting delirium with white foam on her pale poison lips. “Does it matter if you die if you never have been loved?” She giggles as she […]
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, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff