Once upon a time, there was a stranger. He lived across the bay in a different time. He sent me postcards with stamps And I sent him emails with regards. He wrote to me of the war And I narrated the story of the nuclear weapons. We spoke for six months and seven days to be exact. But it seemed like a lifetime or perhaps … Continue reading The Stranger
My verses are unrefined and crass; I’ve been told- Free verse is not literature!! My prose is said to be unnecessarily long; My tenses- all goofed up; My thought process- really confusing (even to me). All in all- an amateur writer who should just stop. But once in a while someone comes along With words of kindness and appreciation And fuels my humongous ego. To … Continue reading Amateur is the word!!!
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” -William Shakespeare Continue reading Cupid’s folly