The blackbird’s reason to sing
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
It was never the spring in itself causing the blackbird to sing but a lingering breeze from the west, bringing bending of boughs and burst to the buds, that brought […]
With bell-cries from the withered grass, a lone-wolf scent and tart-taste gloom is rising from this winter’s pyre, while YOU — my serpent — you tempt me with the slingshot […]
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