"I choose my friends not by their skin or other archetype, but by the pupil.They have to have questioning shine and unsettled tone.I'm not interested in the good spirits or the ones with bad habits.I'll stick with the ones that are made of me being crazy and blessed.From them, I don't want an answer, I … Continue reading Crazy & Saints – Oscar Wilde
Category: poetry
Ode to My First TEM
A beam of light? No - electrons dance,Through foil so thin, they pierce by chance.A lattice revealed, a whisper, a trace,Of atoms aligned in crystalline grace. No longer just theory, or grayscale in books,But fringes and defects in shimmering looks.The voids, the bubbles, the twins, the grains and the tears,A world once unseen now lays … Continue reading Ode to My First TEM


