good one Ed, peaceful times should be treasured, before we are casket measured, buried six foot under, can't even hear the thunder, too dead to wonder, even about the death causing blunder, hey I'm getting cremated, I have Indian ancestrail blood, me no scalp you though Ed, smokem peace pipe, what you say?
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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the soul, like nothing else can.
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I know what you mean...I enjoy quiet too. Silence is golden.
Blessings+
~Linda