It’s always darkest before the dawn
Before the cries of dawn we huddled, raptor-shadowed talons planted deeply by the demigod of darkness in our battered twilight-souls. Moon-starved we could hear his hunger carving flesh and cartilage […]
Before the cries of dawn we huddled, raptor-shadowed talons planted deeply by the demigod of darkness in our battered twilight-souls. Moon-starved we could hear his hunger carving flesh and cartilage […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,