This poem sort of sneaks up on you, or shoul I say slithers....pray if you are the prey, keep riding your bike Lance, but then there is snakes everywhere that is not really a garantee either, yes don't go near the universities that's where they breed them. Blessings!
Jasmin Horst
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Cousin Chrissy
Jasmin Horst
I'd rather eat deer & squirrel
hummmm I think I had snake once...
a slithering poem :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie