I can almost feel the mist on my face and the dew on the grass below my feet as I wonder the dark of night my mind in chaos. I have been there and done that. Great write Anne.
It's alright. The confusion will go away. You write for yourself, writing for others. This is unique, and I was caught up in words that said something. Will read others as you post. Welcome.
- Bill
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
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- Bill