I cleaned the big dipper – beat poetry for dVerse
Firing guns are in my brain again across the sky – like falling stars The Big Dipper cannot catch them the liquid from those evil tracks. It pours the souls […]
Firing guns are in my brain again across the sky – like falling stars The Big Dipper cannot catch them the liquid from those evil tracks. It pours the souls […]
symbiosis – untethered navel cord independence — Linked to Carpe Diem October 16, 2013
whirl of leaves dance to solemn threnody – a dying summer — Linked to Carpe Diem — October 15, 2013
The snow arrived early and stuck to his eye-lashes with the cold bitterness of tears he was unable to produce. He had gained weight and stopped caring for himself, but […]
Writing a haiku inspired by Garry Gay: along the way an old oak branch becomes a walking stick on roads less taken a sturdy walking stick makes a difference The […]
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.