(pre)tending
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
Don’t tell me liesof fall and fallingor of leavesor leaving fading , but whisper silversoothing slowlyreflecting summerin September moonlight,let stay pre-tending beingtended by a dying sun. Today we try our […]
Working from home new habits are forming; walking or running in the morning we are often passing the nearby elementary school. I see the teacher coming early, sometimes I can […]
My days are sand and water,as a dying river gently flowing,dawn to dusk, to slaughtertime, diminishing, not growing. My weeks are rock and timberas a castle by the river crumblingspring […]
My darling you came closer, puzzled mein ambergris and sandalwood,nudged me darkly with your scent anddyed me crimson in your scarlet wordsyou were the lighthouse. sending meoarless far at sea, […]
While we make plansfor where to gonext springor when to visit friends,we plan for birthdays,marriage,planto live while in betweeneach heartbeat dwellsin darkness — death,an interlude of indecisionto go on or […]
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