The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
A period of creativity exploring the different and indifferent.
Whilst waiting to recover my wind ...
A pennyworth of birthday afterthought.
It was a less productive evening ...
Is destiny a destination? Or is it a dream passing by ... so close and yet so far?
Perhaps, the insane are happier.
Some duty calls ...
After a much overdue visit at the Lion Rock ...
Mathematically, the tic-tac-toe is a futile game ... Not so sure about world politics.
A little corny -- can't help it.
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