Never said no
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
Forgotten and lost, Julie walks along the frozen dirt road. With soles worn thin each stone hurts, and the claws of the icy wind find the rips in her old […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
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.