Not another apidestra
Alone — a jardiniere without its aspidistra. Abigail sighed. Herbert had not been the best catch in the pond, but he had left her. She should have ended it instead. […]
Alone — a jardiniere without its aspidistra. Abigail sighed. Herbert had not been the best catch in the pond, but he had left her. She should have ended it instead. […]
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,