Damn your eyes…
Damn those eyes Light and dark collide when I found you.You are my black magic woman who make me wish for enchanting nights where you and I.Are free and wild. Free of locked… Continue reading
Daily Archive: January 28, 2021
Marion Hill song and a poem.
Down, baby, down… Dreaming and believing, living and dying. Loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days, demanding or careless, song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we shall… Continue reading
Isabella, dear Isabella…
Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading
Naming Grief
Originally posted on The Wild Heart of Life:
How do you talk about a sunset, without sounding like every conversation about sunsets? At the market, the checker she says, The sunset is beautiful—I…