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 […]

Stigma

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 […]

The view from here ... Or here!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein

the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings

Now we see through a glass, darkly

A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

rejuvenatement - not retirement

words and scribble.

The Quantumverse

Poetry

About fantastical places and other stuff