Posted on May 11, 2016November 29, 2016 / Poetry The Affair With his breath of stale and cheap tobacco, And her delicate breath of soured red wine, Her floor show an affair of cheap Bordeaux, And his a play of this old man’s decline. She was courteous as a fine lady,[....] Read More+10 Tweet Share
Posted on April 11, 2016 / Micropoetry Micropoetry Collection (April) III Gears In a river of sorrow, All of my hope disappears, Letting go of tomorrow, As fate grinds her rusty gears. —————————————————————————————————————————–[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
