Exhale — let spirit merge with first November’s mud-born shadows, rancid, ripe and fungi-filled, drizzled, eye-lid-burdened-born in autumn’s lack of light. Exhale — let loose remaining light, embrace this reek […]
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
