Whispers of the timber
Though dead, these grains of wood, as skeins unfold, with hands as kites, in prayer wave; a wind of words, a wish across the plains, “Please save the world from […]
Though dead, these grains of wood, as skeins unfold, with hands as kites, in prayer wave; a wind of words, a wish across the plains, “Please save the world from […]
From hungry soil, from mud of Flander’s field see shell-shocked souls and poppy’s flown, in cries from clay of Sommes, Verdun, from rats and lice from smell of soggy uniforms, […]
Tilling carefully, trip-wires mostly broken Rashid had no choice anymore. Starve, or go the same way as Yasmin, Malik and the others. He had been lucky to see peace, but […]
Mahogany skin: sunwarm, after all these years still calling. I think I can feel it purring when I let my hand trace its smooth hull. A vibration tempting me to […]
We forgot the taste of brine, the tears: the sea We forgot the hunger of the crested waves their eyes with desert sand, and reaching hands. the bodybags We forgot […]
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