My Joan of Arc… She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Are we lovers or are we liars?(Written in 1993)… Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl I… Continue reading
I can’t bleed no-more. —————————————————————— In Austin, Texas… Johnnie don’t cry no-more for love, he don’t look for things in… Continue reading
Wonderful poetry shared. Can be translated.