When I met her again
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
This hard cold marble in the deepest pit of my stomach, this acerbic stir of stale beer and last night’s curry this white of knuckles, nails that bites my flesh, […]
Once when hours could be wasted, when seconds were not precious, I could listen to the blackbirds in the middle of a step. I could stop and smile, while running […]
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