I AM SEVENTY SEVEN I am Seventy Seven, yes, I am old as they say, grey hair, receding hair line and chin with folds but what shall I do to the moons in my eyes, the glint, the glow, the…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Poets of the World, Jay Ramsay, England
The rooms of Chronos, Real Stories
Golden Age
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) WHO GIVES LIGHT When you look at me my eyes turn into keys, the wall has secrets, my fear has words, poems. Only you make out of my memory a fascinated traveller, an incessant fire. ***…
Platonic Diversions
Margutte goes to the Fair
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Poets of the World, Amelia Licheva, Bulgaria
Once my great grandfather sent a postcard from Vienna with the Prater on and wrote, “A must-see!” And my mother, who did not keep the postcard, but remembers the story and remembers dreaming of Vienna speaks to me of this…