Recovery (a sestina)
Recovery (a sestina) —- My mouth is dry and filled with taste of ash I look inside and feel an inside drought Recall the sound of church bells chiming five […]
Recovery (a sestina) —- My mouth is dry and filled with taste of ash I look inside and feel an inside drought Recall the sound of church bells chiming five […]
Remember summer days with thunderstorms Inside and counting time from light to bang It shiver is, as one, be safe and not And holding hands we wait for gale to […]
A yarling in the gloaming wood The dying cry of man in pain In twilight hark the scary drums A signal for the end of reign — The terror of […]
I see a reborn nature every year and every time I wonder and amaze Of light’s return and quench the hidden fear That darkness stays and hide the sunshine rays […]
Thirteen A sonnet on #liblit twitter word-game A meeting, thirteenth room and feeling vague No comfort on the thirteenth floor it is The thirteenth room gives awful mindset plague The thirteenth […]
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
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,