Cloudscape
You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water. You are the surf-sound, the sand, and the sage-scent at dusk You are the river and grass, […]
You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water. You are the surf-sound, the sand, and the sage-scent at dusk You are the river and grass, […]
I’m from the weighted coldness of a key-chain round my neck, when all my friends had mothers waiting with a snack. I’m from dinner-tables where my father spoke alone, and […]
For the words I read and write For emotions caught and music playing For the filaments of peace still extending For the Paris and the climate agreements For friends in […]
Compassion is warmth of torn book pages slowly fed to hungry flames, by a beggar’s hands. Compassion is sound of a lonely coin at the bottom of a tin cup. […]
Allegro is a cross, nailed to lips its blood a lipstick smile, a heartbeat less than moonlight. Allegro is November joy, the midnight cheer, the goal in unmade beds, 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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff