What is the wind?
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
When I met her barely awake in her wheelchair — she asked me: “What is the wind?” I looked at her hands and noticed how small they’ve become — Once […]
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
I still recall that December night, down by the pier: your body pressed; a weight against my boyish chest. Harbor waves were pounding granite piers your leg a nestling seeking […]
I. Billowed by its movement setting sail we paint with wind your hand, an ocean wave. II. Bending backwards like you meet my kiss the sapling meets the wind just […]
Why do you whisper songlines to the wind? What secrets did your share, while he moved his fingers through your hair? Was it tears he brought, or was that a […]
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