Pregnant with wheat
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
You were never the honeysuckle scent laden with a lushness of lust, notthe blush of a rosebud released fromits dew-prison a morning in June. You are my breeze in the bending […]
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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff