Housekeeper of dust and rain
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of dust […]
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence Jorge Luis Borges The aged librarian sees scent in calm, palms it in his notebook; is the mouse — housekeeper of dust […]
Our silence thrives when shame and shamed is answer and response to forbidden groping hands from men of power. Linking a Shadorma for dVerse OLN. Wanted it short and sharp […]
They say that ink is blood and poetry are scars, but just like scars need skin, your words need paper. You seek the hush of cites and the buzz in […]
Between each breath there is still- ness as from death; a gentle kiss of feathers falling. As a partridge might pretend it’s wounded to protect its chicks, I listen to […]
Enigma of my wishes — a star-breeze traced in well of eyes. It’s what’s dwelled behind a silence-veil, the space between one stanza and the next, It’s riddle palimpsests of […]
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