November love
I carve the dusk with broken nailsI claw at lack of light, I crybetween my death and fever dreamswith soil in soul and ash to blazein embers of regrets, I […]
I carve the dusk with broken nailsI claw at lack of light, I crybetween my death and fever dreamswith soil in soul and ash to blazein embers of regrets, I […]
The last Monday evening in November. I ponder gratitude. Not from fireworks or bloom, not from listening to birdsong or submerging in rose-perfume of June. In autumn only evergreens and […]
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,