In a ramschackle pub by the dock
The foghorn wailed, when at the bar through scurvy teeth a sailor hissed and slammed his fist. “Tonight I’m pissed” the room went silent, barmaid jarred remembered nights before the […]
The foghorn wailed, when at the bar through scurvy teeth a sailor hissed and slammed his fist. “Tonight I’m pissed” the room went silent, barmaid jarred remembered nights before the […]
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.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff