The perfume’s heart
This poem is a potion made from sandalwood and myrrh, and usual stuff like attar from a midnight rose, cinnamon and ambergris, a touch of thyme and rosemary, but underneath […]
This poem is a potion made from sandalwood and myrrh, and usual stuff like attar from a midnight rose, cinnamon and ambergris, a touch of thyme and rosemary, but underneath […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff