Pseudo-Poetry
Elle looked younger than her thirty-something, so when she registered on Tinder it didn’t take long for the creeps to start swiping her. She realized in the way they told […]
Elle looked younger than her thirty-something, so when she registered on Tinder it didn’t take long for the creeps to start swiping her. She realized in the way they told […]
It should have been Eileen’s wedding — not her funeral. After the guests had left Roberto went up to her room starting the healing-process. The wedding dress still in its […]
I’m wind who rattle bones, I’m rain & hail, the bend of boughs the sluggish eddy in the river dark. I’m the grin on strangers & the growl of rabid […]
I have promises to keep. My little horse just needs some rest. I feed him oats. I listen to his voice. My horse, we still have miles to go before […]
Once so happy. They, a family, a future. gone … Sean caressed Milla’s soft hair. She was their daughter, not just hers. He had rights too. He closed her bedroom […]
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