Poetic Prose

Ribbons, Bows and Pink Lace I am six, no ribbons, bows or pink lace, only long curly locks around my freckled…

Caravaggio, Caravaggio, not your name but the town you were born. Michelangelo Merisi

Madame B  Gustave's creation you are fine and fair and foolish beyond measure. You remind me of me. Wanting…

Everyone got up in unison, I mean everyone at exactly the same instant, all 22 of 'em, like they were one mind like…

The arrival of faith in love and its guidance in my life has been a gradual process

What is love? Scientists say love is a complex emotion triggered by our brain not so much the heart like the media…

You fade slowly before my eyes, once so strong and vital, now you sleep in your chair, so tired you say, so tired.…

You devil you, the darling of the hip crowd, the down and out crowd, the envy of frustrated stale academia.…

I have an antique candy cane. But it’s still in mint condition. I wrote a book about bankruptcy. It ends…

Hard to believe, these things usually are, and if you've never experienced anything like this, you won't believe…