Vineyard Vines
Poem Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...
Poem Tired feet but a full soul Days of working and tomorrow more Sun beating down on their backs Backs shaped into steal and coal Hands grazing along the vines Making sweet juices...
Beauty once lead me on high Then dropped me down, a base reprise Colored blue, de-sensitized In purgatory, compromised I want to live, I want to die Feel life flash before my eyes Pinch...
Poem Someone dropped you (a rose,) on Коstenka street: I found you while I tramped the crunchy road, As I skidded on Karaganda sidewalk-sleet, Down the snowy, boot-printed lane, Shivers slinging from my...
Poem What does one need more than the sky above – blue and big? It’s the story of an old man, the hug of tired mother. It smells of the ocean wild, I...
I am the collector of thrown away hopes. Lost and forgotten, blown in the wind, strewn in the street. I pick them up, brush them off and give them someone, someone who believes in...
Poem I know you will love me like I would, and teach me, show me all the things I could: to smile, sing and even fly, things so easy yet so hard, things...