Falling asleep (finally)
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
The blood-moon bleeds its hues on grass this night and far the way a screech-owl hails my night. She sleeps beside me with her moon of dreams her silver breath […]
Yesterday, I met the moon as she was shopping for skin-care products in our local Walmart. Her cart was heavy filled with plus size clothing marked for sale. She still […]
The moon’s an onion, sun’s a pear as sweet as gold but silver-sharp the bitter night consists of tears. Yet daylight bring me teeth of sharks it’s cruel scimitars, it’s […]
Trickling softness of your evening gown a riptide round your feet; your gaze awaiting tongues of transient waves — his hands. the lapping lullabies a riptide round your feet, your […]
in bluish moonlight dancing shadow filigree — even bedbugs leave tiptoeing as syllables whispered for a gentle breeze Today Gayle are guestblogging at dVerse MTB, and she discuss on how […]
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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff