A day with an illness. Earlier I wrote every day about almost everything now I do not. I wait for the paper to drain all the sorrow. The filtered content then goes under the lens, where I try to bake a muffin. You do not write as long as you are happy. I go to … Continue reading Published on Olive Skins
Poetry
The April Rain
The first of the summer rain. 27 April, 2020. 7:00 PM _______________________ the next day it rained, we washed our sins on the roof, watching seagulls escaping the grey clouds, we held hands our fingers swirling around like a tornado, we walked on the edge, wanting to jump our hearts out on the wet streets, … Continue reading The April Rain
The Poetic Elixir 
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