Confusion in resistance
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
When she danced on my screen it was like smiling at dusk… It kept me from thinking of rain and the darkness of the code I was writing of being […]
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