Confirmation carry uniform
Christmas Eve. They knocked the door at four AM. Police, a man, a woman “May we come in?” I knew before they said his name, it’s been too long since […]
Christmas Eve. They knocked the door at four AM. Police, a man, a woman “May we come in?” I knew before they said his name, it’s been too long since […]
The taste of fear is schizoid pure and red, a piece of meat, it’s poppies lost and flown from cries in mud and trenches darkly bled. We harvested the fear […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff