Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Words for peace, hell and heaven I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars keep… Continue reading
Originally posted on Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos:
Between the forest, lush and green There’s a road that takes you where The woodlands, covered in the mist Wait peacefully, but beware Beyond…
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared in the… Continue reading
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