Metamorphosis
In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked. Just like Pomona let herself from sleight of hand be led, she’s longing to […]
In maypoled dreams, she waits with eyes alight for nights of fiddler’s tunes and flowers picked. Just like Pomona let herself from sleight of hand be led, she’s longing to […]
This cruel morning late in April when winter’s jaws gnaw flesh. as concrete morning April winds hard as tarmac, never fresh slips underneath his coat. On hurried Friday footsteps, spreadsheet […]
I’m a metaphor, an oxymoronic breath of science dressed in words. I wield veneer (a mask) of sense my skin a dress for wounds. I love my life but speak […]
When you talk about our love with meth-mouth-smile, it’s like finding a garbage bag floating in the stagnant pools behind forsaken factories, and see a femur shape that cling to […]
See with your eyes! Listen with your ears! And if you wish to smell the fragrance, press for an explanation of every unresolved matter until your understanding is complete. There […]
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