This creature a fickle beast savage, unrelenting, unyielding insatiable. hungering. churns deep within me beginning to awaken nurtured by your wonton affections But have you even the slightest notion of the forces you culture.
The beast within digs deeply in clawing with tendrils of hazy smoke that cloud my judgment wandering aimlessly inside your embrace reveling in pent up frustration which at any moment may overwhelm.
“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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