Cleaning the house
Every new beginning clings to the edge, of a pivotal moment of regret; for a sorrow that can’t be measured, but carries in itself a weight, like the sickly smell […]
Every new beginning clings to the edge, of a pivotal moment of regret; for a sorrow that can’t be measured, but carries in itself a weight, like the sickly smell […]
Thursday afternoon ~ The sound of rain on window – but soon friday #haiku — Björn (@brudberg) March 10, 2011 Every poem I have ever written exist in a digital […]
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