Concerned
Browsing my browthrough the mist in the mirrorI trace the creasesand folds of my facethe shadows of sadnessthe wrinkles of worrythese carvings of care —my consciousness naked,confirmingmy being myself,man, not […]
Browsing my browthrough the mist in the mirrorI trace the creasesand folds of my facethe shadows of sadnessthe wrinkles of worrythese carvings of care —my consciousness naked,confirmingmy being myself,man, not […]
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
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff