Musca Domestica
I came home as usual after work and Lily was gone. Her absence struck me like a wrecking ball. The air inside was bachelor-stale and my mouth filled with bile. […]
I came home as usual after work and Lily was gone. Her absence struck me like a wrecking ball. The air inside was bachelor-stale and my mouth filled with bile. […]
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