Not a fairy tale
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
He rode the bike of twilight when they met at dusk She was blinded, blissed groomed in grooves of him and rock’n’roll. She was a bombshell, feisty but made pill […]
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,