Moonless
This moonless darkness bends the boughs of leaf- less oaks, it smothers wind, it mutes the clocks and burdened with its naught it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven […]
This moonless darkness bends the boughs of leaf- less oaks, it smothers wind, it mutes the clocks and burdened with its naught it wraps its icicled limbs around my craven […]
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