A dark and stormy night
Dirge of midnight slowly crawls from tiny feet the floorboards creak; the air’s gone stale in moldy halls. from down below a hollow shriek, the night is dark; your future’s […]
Dirge of midnight slowly crawls from tiny feet the floorboards creak; the air’s gone stale in moldy halls. from down below a hollow shriek, the night is dark; your future’s […]
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