The tinnitus curse
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
From trenches rise the blood of thousand tongues; a coral drawn from ash and crumbled lungs. When caged the mining birds have ceased to sing no feathered warning trills with […]
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