LOVE ( Written By :- Subhasis Mukherjee )
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Love, O' my love,
Where is she?
Why can't I feel her anymore,
Flowing inside me?

Never were the meadows so green
Blushing in front of me,
For it was the warmth of her touch,
That brought the Spring in me.

Never was the sky so blue,
As pure as the morning due,
She painted with her magical hue,
A rainbow that mesmerized me.

Up ahead in the yonder sky,
Ships of clouds floated by,
Sailing my heart to the distant land,
Where she stood with her magical wand
And the Sun smiling down at me.

MIDNIGHT SHIFT AT THE HAPPY RETURNS ASSISTED LIVING CENTER

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I'm here and still trying to sort out the different functions.

Pris

Hello,

Birdie invited me to Feet in the Air. She is a friend of mine in real life. She is going to help me photograph my santos and retablos so that I can share them here. I am not much of a writer but I do write Spanish poetry for some of my pieces.

I like the feel of this site. Some of the art works are provoking.

Thank You.

Raul Montoya

A CURE FOR SUICIDE by Larissa Shmailo / Cervena Barva Press / 2008

How can one not like a book that opens with the “Vow” that

We will love like dogwood.
Kiss like cranes.
Die like moths.
I promise.

and sensually seques thereafter? As if making good on that opening vow, Shmailo follows up with the poem “My First Hurricane”

Like a dead leaf
Lifted from the scorched summer earth
Now wet and almost green

Are these the “little suicides” that Anais Nin wrote of? Little turbulences ..

... in the eye of the storm
Dizzy, motionless,