Washed ashore a wish of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea a tense of past or future lost or maybe just for me alone. You wind, you held us […]
Her song had turned monotonous Leyla remembered the first days of excitement when Samir proposed, and she imagined the blue-skied life an ocean away. Now an ocean separated her from […]
I listen to my shadow, spelling words of moon, a certain taste in songs, the grass beside the path we used to walk where birds were flutes and taste of […]
In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass in verdigris with […]
The rust in your eyes is shallowly panting; in flaking decay like the timely striations of granite – the dreams from the glaciers carved the notes once sung divinely that […]
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.
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff