Thanksgiving nausea
He could hear his mother downstairs, just like always. Thanksgiving, pie and family, it made him nauseous. Horace knew the time had come; even dressed in bulky jackets change was […]
He could hear his mother downstairs, just like always. Thanksgiving, pie and family, it made him nauseous. Horace knew the time had come; even dressed in bulky jackets change was […]
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,