At winter solstice
Dressed in icicles, winterin my bearda sickle-moon aboveand spruces dressed in snowtells me maybe, deathwill wait another year. Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief […]
Dressed in icicles, winterin my bearda sickle-moon aboveand spruces dressed in snowtells me maybe, deathwill wait another year. Zen poetry with Grace at dVerse. I have always held the belief […]
We huddled in the December darknesswhen from far away a gentle songripped apart the wintry moody starkness,we raised in chorus, sang alongand with our song came candles, lightto fill the […]
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
A Truth may flourish if it’s nourished wellto free your mind, but if Truths so taughtare turned to songs of arms or sacred spells.They may kindle blaze in crowds, bespotthe […]
If we make it through Decemberthrough the blackouts from a failingpower grid, through bombardmentsand the drinking water trappedunder ice, when we can forgetthe scavengers,the neighbor-lootersthe pilfering rapiststhe hounds of winter,the […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff