Books are bulwark
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
Let books be bulwark, words preservedas ink on paper never changewhat’s written once we still observe The archived truths is oft immersedwith ancient sense, too often strangebut books are bulwark, […]
You, startled shudder, worms, and worriesfrom ash, from soil, you creep with greasy hairto trade my trust in winter’s flurries Lost to moon rage and your eyesight blurry,from milky shadows […]
You, startled shudder, worms and worries that came from ash and soil with lanky hair to put my trust in winter’s flurries From moon and rage my eyesight blurry, in […]
Tonight the sky is infinite — horizon endless expanding into voids within the voids of nothing but a darkness friendless. The pebble we call earth is helpless to ferocious forces […]
Each wave a kiss my kayak sways nothing beats this when sea-froth hiss on best of days each wave a kiss. In dark blue bliss at sea I play nothing […]
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.