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 […]

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein

the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings

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A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.

rejuvenatement - not retirement

words and scribble.

The Quantumverse

Poetry

About fantastical places and other stuff

Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art