Your aura behind
It was never the scent of your fingergrazing my cheeks on that eveningit wasn’t your taste that still lingersnor tears in your eye-lashes shiningwhen later that morning we parted,it was […]
It was never the scent of your fingergrazing my cheeks on that eveningit wasn’t your taste that still lingersnor tears in your eye-lashes shiningwhen later that morning we parted,it was […]
January in the library offers timeto examine lacking heartbeats,a shallow breath, with daylightcloaked behind the pregnant cloudsburdened with persistent drizzle. January in the library offers timefor lucid purge and ostracism,for […]
As a doll-maker, I gather pieces of bright cloth, strings, and shards of sea-glass. I stroll the streets looking in dustbins and I sneak into graveyards to borrow from corpses. […]
The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl […]
In the afternoon glowthe shadows enter the library,they crawlthey slitherfrom the innermost sanctumamong shelves and displaysover dog-eared pageskisses the fingers of the visiting fewtouches the mindsof the young readers still […]
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