Ode to my bed
My bed is a temptress, wide-eyed, a white-cotton lady begging me softly with pillow-voice vows to dress her in velvet and vapor of dreams she call me to darkness of […]
My bed is a temptress, wide-eyed, a white-cotton lady begging me softly with pillow-voice vows to dress her in velvet and vapor of dreams she call me to darkness of […]
Life is a shadow of passed; the darkness you’re leaving behind; it’s the speed you are driving as you approach an edge of the cliff you never had feared until […]
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