Listening to the rustling of leaves Coming from an early summer rain, Moist air drifting in through open windows, I find myself wondering where you are tonight. Is it raining there as well? Will we be… more →
Fred Turpin's Poetry Blogwrote 1 day ago: into the visions and the mystic voices of time’s compass: poetry inspirations The Diaphanous V … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Please don’t leave me alone leave me free me suffocate me replicate me can’t breathe, can … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Had enough of his job Had enough of everything going wrong Had enough of his town Had enough of the … more →
wrote 2 days ago: Did I once love thee? Let me get away! I loved thee to the death of me, and my breath last Th … more →
wrote 2 days ago: From Jacques Barzun’s From Dawn to Decadence: 500 Years of Western Cultural Life (2000): • Ke … more →
wrote 2 days ago: (Chorus) The phone rings but goes unheard As she walks to her place of work For on silent she has pu … more →
wrote 3 days ago: You complain that nothing happens But do you fight your corner? Do you scream and shout? Or squander … more →
wrote 3 days ago: Pink light on Pont Neuf Bridges Piaf to Grace Jones, Revives faded love. © 2012 Chan … more →
wrote 4 days ago: Taking a big risk,/ reaching out after she did,/ still brought no emails. … more →
wrote 4 days ago: Desirous Pleasure Eternalizing the sculpt of this abyssal love into the rhythm of her erotic caress … more →
wrote 4 days ago: The night draws in and with it the cold As everyone retires to their beds For one of them something … more →
wrote 6 days ago: I am a screaming kite, a flying king. Before you, just a sink on a string. My feelings spill over li … more →
wrote 1 week ago: She thinks of him everyday Sees images of him In her sleep Dreaming of him Day and night So close to … more →
wrote 1 week ago: The way you make me feel tonight, Like the silver ocean under the moonlight, Gently embracing the go … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Listening to the rustling of leaves Coming from an early summer rain, Moist air drifting in through … more →
wrote 1 week ago: We’re given life (Ne e dat sa traim) by Radu Ulmeanu (in Romanian) translated by Claudia Moscovic … more →
wrote 1 week ago: In silence of the night, I hear your saving cry, As though somewhere in the dark You soar upon even … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Love, driven and blinded by the fires of passion has driven lovers from kingdoms of heaven to prison … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Hawa thami thi zaroor lekin Ju … more →