Concrete angel…
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
Today, I am happy to annouce Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, a wonderful book from my precious friend Gabriela of Short-Prose-Fiction has been published. Always rich…
Originally posted on Lucy's Works and Co:
Memory elides into the eyes there (let it die) in the sloth of dreams, it is a protest against the ice shadow of what the…
The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading