Now we’re not
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
Once — we used to disagree with dark stars falling from the new year’s firework. but silence afterwards was cold rain a Thursday morning in November. Once — we used […]
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,