Being sand for you
Let me be your pebble — seashore-polished, rolling, resting softly in your frothy wave-embrace — you my tear-salt ocean, you my kelp-girl, crested lady let your seaweed loose and play […]
Let me be your pebble — seashore-polished, rolling, resting softly in your frothy wave-embrace — you my tear-salt ocean, you my kelp-girl, crested lady let your seaweed loose and play […]
When midnight moonlight spills its river in our lake where from your arrow, freshly picked from Cupid’s quiver maimed my heart and tainted marrow infected with your lust and burning. […]
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