Nothing can be perfect
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
We have a bearskin in our living room it meets me every day with open mouth. I don’t know where or why it met its doom my father bought it […]
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