Water in November
When dawn is breaking, through November mist the trees are merely shadows of a summer passed and when I brush against their branches drops of water trickle down my back. […]
When dawn is breaking, through November mist the trees are merely shadows of a summer passed and when I brush against their branches drops of water trickle down my back. […]
There is nothing quite as dark as shadows within shadows or lies we’ve spun on lies to veil veracity or slay the facts. There is nothing quite as dark as […]
I remember the meeting with my client. “Do you really want our business?”, she smirked. “Well … it’s a very competitive offer… our solution…”. She interrupted me… “No, I don’t […]
Afterwards we gather ash of bridges burned of letters fed to flames of us as bones and sinews of thirst and what had been… Afterwards we cannot blame the blaze. […]
I never taught myself to wait. Pacing, back and forth. Sluggish minutes crawling ‘cross my back. Waiting is an itch to weigh, it’s to rein the rain or survey sand. […]
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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff