Island of your words unsaid
On oily doldrum waters, in the speechless sea a lonely island lies. It’s soil is filled with crosses and on its craggy shores rotting carcasses of moored intentions are scattered, […]
On oily doldrum waters, in the speechless sea a lonely island lies. It’s soil is filled with crosses and on its craggy shores rotting carcasses of moored intentions are scattered, […]
The sweet reek of decay mingled with a muted scent of honeysuckle. In the unmoving summer afternoon a cloud of blowflies descended on the wet soil. Russell sighed in frustration. […]
The queen on number twenty one Dragon Hill is neither sorceress, nor saint, but open arteries of sanguine geraniums adorn her third floor balcony and her front door is painted […]
The voice is not from color of the leaves but from the lush words they utter, in the glossy sentences they form from rain and summer, the green syllables they […]
In the stillness afterwards they saw a sea between them growing, listening to a drowsy fly — bouncing against the window pane. He opened up the window to let a […]
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