Low pressure
The tapioca-sky keepsher secrets close to her bosom, she stays silent,plucking her eye-brows, brooding with thunderhead tongue, but when I deal she says“no”, sits speechless and smiles. Is she contentwith a passable pair […]
The tapioca-sky keepsher secrets close to her bosom, she stays silent,plucking her eye-brows, brooding with thunderhead tongue, but when I deal she says“no”, sits speechless and smiles. Is she contentwith a passable pair […]
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.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,