Battlefield green
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
In the year of the dragon we saw spring turning ashes of war into battlefield green; we listened to wheels from the gravedigger’s wagon drowning in nightingale’s song; we slept […]
Every dream is a cross-road where the pilgrim in you is offered the choice between dragon and mice or whetstone and knife and you’re given advice from the lies of […]
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