Dying sea
A sailor woke and listened for the speech of crushing crests; of wind and waves’ unrest but it was eerie silent, dead as on the beach a shroud of death […]
A sailor woke and listened for the speech of crushing crests; of wind and waves’ unrest but it was eerie silent, dead as on the beach a shroud of death […]
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