Cars breaking down, planes crashing, trains derailing, slipping on ice, breaking your legs, the hell with gettin around, to bed is the only place I'm bound...-e-
“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
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
And you have told us why. Summed up well: Me Tarzan you Jane.
Regis
Michael D.