Poetry

RN

The clanging horn sounds again His robes tattered Scythe rusty He knows this sterilized place well Pay the toll on the River Styx Two blocks to the left Elevator to the sixth floor He watches […]

Poetry

From Venice, With Love

We walked down from Piazza San Marco Vaparettos darting in and out Night mist along the Grand Canal A large wooden door creaked open I jumped at once into your arms The reassuring sturdiness Of […]