Light a candle
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
You may sense my deep drawn sighs as yet a graveyard draught but I just crave your kind attention a candle for my forgotten grave. My father used to shut […]
Chain me — cause soon the beaver moon will spill its silver in my chamber and curse my nightshade eyes with crave and hunger Chain me — cause I can […]
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