Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.

  The most beautiful woman     Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading →

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Bukowski words to listen to, some words.

Happy Saturday everyone—-     The first dandelion     The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading →

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My Storyteller

Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
I have chased many things, Leaving my home behind, Like the moist in leaves Moved across hundred miles, Listening to my storyteller. He talks about being a moth,…

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