If my tears were ever to fall,
It would be for an affair found,
Spinning away behind my naive back,
And mine eyes continued to look,
With endless love towards the folly,
Standing hypocritically in front of me.
“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.)
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