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A poem first rushes to fill every sensile spot of the mind then leaves it forever dented. Aims to redefine the meaning of breathing space. Now open for submission, submit up to 7 poems in a single file attachment. Fogged Clarity, An Arts Review. By Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. By Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.
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Born Stirling, Scotland in 1966, Gillian Prew studied Philosophy at the University of Glasgow from 1984 to 1988. Has been published in 2013 by Lapwing Publications. Was released from Oneiros Books.
A sound may be truer than reason. Not long ago, I climbed once again to the summit, Lucia, to make my offering, to break a great silence. When I neared the trickling spring and knelt in the moss, I realized I had forgotten all of my prayers, and the only song I had left was, There is a balm in Gilead. I wept, for I held in my pockets no great love story, no pearl, nor any other bright treasure to gladden your eyes. I leaned my empty head into my hollow hands, and sobbed until I slept. After time passed, .
Poerty,news,culture,სიახლე,ლექსები,კულტურა,პოეზია,. მაგ შენს თვალებს პიქრის ჩრდილი მოეპარა,. შენი მზერა ერთ ალაგას გაყინულა,. აქვითინდა სევდის მზერა, ცრემლი არ ჩანს,. შენი თვალის სხივი ნეტა თუკი გამიღიმებს? ბლაგვი დარდი გულს მიკლავს და. უფალსა ვთხოვ შენი სახე არასოდეს ამიტირდეს! გული თითქოს დიდმა სევდამ გადაღალა. ნეტავ ვიყო შენი სევდის ქისა დიდი,. რომ დაგროვდეს აქ, ჩემს გულში იქცეს ჯართად. და სახეზე შგაბერდეს მზერა მშვიდი. მაგ შენს თვალებს პიქრის ჩრდილი მოეპარა,.
These poems, prose and essays are about people and their struggles. They are my views and feelings about happenings around and in my world. Thursday, July 15, 2010. Milk, Bread, Matchbox. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the shop. C oins jingled in my school shorts. Favourite time of the day. Milk, bread, matchbox. I whispered over and over again.
A musical monument to Forever Love. How do you define FOREVER? Where the Love Begins.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018. in all her headless wonder! My subject today is actually NOT headless.