Bedsheets
This intimate night is dear to the silver of moon-spill on bedsheets, to the manners of starlight to perfume of sensitive skin; this intimate night has been gifted to us […]
This intimate night is dear to the silver of moon-spill on bedsheets, to the manners of starlight to perfume of sensitive skin; this intimate night has been gifted to us […]
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