Of Sea
I am of sea a breaker moored another coming, an end and new beginnings. I am soil of death and birth, the giggle of a toddler in a cemetery. I […]
I am of sea a breaker moored another coming, an end and new beginnings. I am soil of death and birth, the giggle of a toddler in a cemetery. I […]
O stigma of his bells; the leper’s limp our calls, his marks from hell; is just a leap of faith darkly blind to faults of own. O stigma of his […]
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