After the coma
Through the curtains I hear voices, pink as candy-floss. Is this my merry-go-round? Future, present or my past? An angel approaches, her wings are broken but her hair is gold. […]
Through the curtains I hear voices, pink as candy-floss. Is this my merry-go-round? Future, present or my past? An angel approaches, her wings are broken but her hair is gold. […]
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