One of "The Lost Works of North Beach"
Somewhat rewritten, by memory.
I sit wearily, read Jane Mead
and wonder why I am so flustered
by women who
adore me
.
Mother
I
never knew
the you in me
.
Now I sit in Golden Gate
drinking a beer and
slowly discovering
.
I suckled your vodka bottle like
a swollen tit, cold and unforgiving
yet it never placated my need for love
nor did it give recourse for
empty dreams
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
"Golden Gate Park Two" makes me think and pushes my imagination to reason.
I liked the reading.
Thank you.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
~Nikki~
Dee