The telephone, a quaint device used to hear the other person (and find out all about the neighbors). Now, we type our conversations, removing ourselves as far away from the person called as possible. Excellent, Juliet.
Juliet,
Ah yes, how to turn the everyday into something special; love the witch images with 'broth' and 'treacherous vortices' and 'cackle'...when shall we three meet again? Great stuff!
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.)
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.)
Regis
been the telephone. Long may it ring. This is good stuff, Juliet.
-gene.
GOD BLESS
Tony Nerone
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ah yes, how to turn the everyday into something special; love the witch images with 'broth' and 'treacherous vortices' and 'cackle'...when shall we three meet again? Great stuff!
John