“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
“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
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
~Chrissie
I do not have those kinds of dreams!
Terrific poem in verse!
Thanks for reviews!
Love,
Susan
~Nikki~
Lov etinka
darkness fades amid my scream,
visions of that feathered beast
was nothing but a passing dream.
Paul....superb write!!!!
:)Ch'erie
Vile apparition, gone away,
was but your presence meant for me?
Accept my pardons, this I pray,
release me from eternity.
Dawn breaks bondage in the east,
darkness fades amid my scream,
visions of that feathered beast
was nothing but a passing dream.
wow... I have times like this.. keeps one an insomiac.. Great write!!!
Tami