A (s)hallow potion
Blend your potion dark and strong with umbra, add an adder’s tongue and warmth of tundra, mix with splinters from the hangman’s gallow, a spider’s web and some prayers shallow. […]
Blend your potion dark and strong with umbra, add an adder’s tongue and warmth of tundra, mix with splinters from the hangman’s gallow, a spider’s web and some prayers shallow. […]
He had left her empty — Void. Emelie sorted through Marten’s paper — left behind were bills and more bills — left for her to pay. Jewelry, fancy dining, five […]
It’s not the thorny scent of blooming sloe in spring, not its delicate lace hiding the sharp barbs not the warmth of sun while walking barefoot late in May but […]
The autumn leaves, still hesitant to leave, are like my poems desperately seeking questions better fitting every manifold of vagrant answers waiting to decay. A very short poem written for […]
The sunset was a pale sigh and walking through the cemetery my feet were leadlike; with darkness arriving I felt the burden of my mourning growing. A year had passed, […]
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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff