Tagged: beer

poem about sorrow 4

Give Me a Beer

Poem   It was only me, the pen, the paper. Perfect. Let’s have a drink, maybe two? What do you think? Oh Muse, let’s meet in Paradise, I want to see you next to...


Barcelona: Matriarch

Barcelona opens its arms and you suck it all in. The music in the bars is the only English you’ll hear: A familiar sound is the espresso poured alongside beers. Pounding sangria at every...

place poem 0

Fox of Berlin

Place Poem   Fox of Berlin, Where do you go? To the beer gardens of bears? To the squalor of the low? How mechanical the city You chose to call your own, Forsaking your...