Paradise Lost
The dragon morning broke in glow of tangerine and tongues, in flares ensnaring trees with scorch and woe. We barely saw the smoke for air as clear as lies before […]
The dragon morning broke in glow of tangerine and tongues, in flares ensnaring trees with scorch and woe. We barely saw the smoke for air as clear as lies before […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,