October clay-foot darkness walksbehind my shadow darkly,with labored breath, he never talks,he’s hungry, leer is sparkly. He scrapes my skin with finger-twigsleaves me dreamless, barren,nowhere to turn, my end is […]
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings
Now we see through a glass, darkly
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry
About fantastical places and other stuff
Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art
