Silver from the stars
The softness of your hands is formed from night Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight. We sail the dragon, sieve silver from the stars. My love, embrace the […]
The softness of your hands is formed from night Where fingers weave and skin meets skin; delight. We sail the dragon, sieve silver from the stars. My love, embrace the […]
On the first night of summer You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque. You feel the soft touch from the first […]
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,