Leaving in November
You left when leaves were dirty rags, when foliage shrunk to tattered shrouds dangling on the barren boughs. You left when days were dusk and foggy fingers slipped around my […]
You left when leaves were dirty rags, when foliage shrunk to tattered shrouds dangling on the barren boughs. You left when days were dusk and foggy fingers slipped around my […]
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