The sea lays sullen — singing
softly of seven deaths and one.
A surface stretched horizonless
from water-salt to the somber sky,
a piercing pewtered prayer
for the brightness of my storm.
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
Poetry, Photography, haiku,