Growing pains
This poem still wears braces has scraped knees wears its hair in ponytails, it skips and hopscotch; smiles at rosebuds, cries in anguish. This poem dreams of growing up to […]
This poem still wears braces has scraped knees wears its hair in ponytails, it skips and hopscotch; smiles at rosebuds, cries in anguish. This poem dreams of growing up to […]
Poem me with milk and honey, whisper marigold and pansies, sing me scents of sunny. Poem me in ash and charcoal, ink my veins with venom, sting me silly, close […]
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