Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter.Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… (Thank you dear Mamen An. For giving me reasons to write.) I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and… Continue reading
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. … First I want something hard and then is when desire is born in me … … The force is the wind, the rudder, the rude and brave… Continue reading
Originally posted on Donna's Poetry Blog:
“oh Christmas Tree, oh Christmas Tree…” The Christmas tree had its beginning in Germany,In the 16th century, when Christians brought Decorated trees into their homes. There…
Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
