Marleys come calling
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Dead — as a door-nail reflecting flicker of wildfire-glow; may we still hope that the ghosts of the Marleys might call on Scrooges to teach them that money burns better […]
Don’t tell me it’s maybe No darling, please baby You must not say no don’t go that low Come holler and yell much closer and tell in barks, boom and […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff