Still life by the open window
When he called me, just to tell how far it was to fall, how dark was depth beneath the sill how much the voices told him that: “you have nothing […]
When he called me, just to tell how far it was to fall, how dark was depth beneath the sill how much the voices told him that: “you have nothing […]
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