Tabula Rasa
This poem is a void — devoid of hues or views, a canvas lacking pigment a ballad yet unborn; tabula rasa. This poem is the pewter — stacked and ready […]
This poem is a void — devoid of hues or views, a canvas lacking pigment a ballad yet unborn; tabula rasa. This poem is the pewter — stacked and ready […]
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