The gold that was spilled

“I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.” ― Frida Kahlo Cramped in this corset, with aches in my column […]

Until parting

You tornado in tresses of hair as you turn me to madly be falling, be feral, be wild, in an urge to get naked and kindle the fire; We burn […]

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

A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

rejuvenatement - not retirement

words and scribble.

The Quantumverse

Poetry, Photography

About fantastical places and other stuff