Horizing
It’s not the scent of vertical rain, but how the shadows where spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind cross the vastness of sea and to meet […]
It’s not the scent of vertical rain, but how the shadows where spun from a cumulus cloud to flee with the wind cross the vastness of sea and to meet […]
To April — singing of blackbirds clinging to trees In dawn still stinging from frost and bringing the breeze the scents that’s slinging blooms into ringing for peace. Then gently […]
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