Writer and Doodler
Dear forgive me, for I love us
deeply, but reading Herodotus
lately I’ve all these notions of love
in the garments of mythology,
how like you are the queen of Lydia,
unnamed, but now she seems to have your name,
brown-skinned daughter of the Hermus
whose blue-green elbow kisses your kingdom at Sardis—
This is for the unconsoled
Mindfulness, Spontaneity and Authenticity
(Somewhat) Daily News from the World of Literary Nonfiction
Juan Pablo Duboue - Poetry
when abstract art speaks poetry in three lines
no future. no quality. no ink
Honest. Satirical. Observations.
Virtual Vegan Comics for Children
