Beatrice…
Beatrice… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her. His misery taught him… Continue reading
Beatrice… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her. His misery taught him… Continue reading
I cannot forget you (A old poem written on 18 Feb 1993 with a re-write.) My sweet and kind friend. Please tell me. We are not done. We were friends first, lovers second.… Continue reading
(Johnnie in 1991.) The damn road…. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered “Good morning. “ Her beautiful… Continue reading