Come sorceress
My sorceress, come closer come magic me, come wildly spill your web of spider spells, come feed me cauldron kisses come lend me, please, your midnight madness, come moan, come […]
My sorceress, come closer come magic me, come wildly spill your web of spider spells, come feed me cauldron kisses come lend me, please, your midnight madness, come moan, come […]
When every library is filled, will poets be librarians? Will we take care to not create? If every verse exists, should we let pens run dry, or should we turn […]
“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.” ― Saul Bellow One September-day a lady waltzed into his inner sanctum of forgotten books; an eyelash-teardrop clinging […]
Before the aged librarian begins to read a book not read before he inhales, he exhales with utmost tranquility he lets his fingers tiptoe lightly on its luscious spine, as […]
She versed her voice with lace and spiderwebs to tie me tightly to her pillory and laughed. She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post […]
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, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff