Still too pale
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
Teeth of wind ripping wool and ice my eyelash grip my groin remind me that the sunshine still is pale in March Amaya introduce us to the Shadorma at dVerse. […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,