I had some dreams alright, but not when I was a teenager. I lived for the day, the hell with tomorrow. In my early adulthood, I had some dreams, which were dashed and torn asunder by the hell I was living. I'm old now, the only dream I have is will I awake for tomorrow
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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
That last line leaves me wondering about those, "darkened Dimples."
Ron