Ivory Keys and Silent Pleas
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
Tag: Regret
Pepito at Peace
The Nationalists nevermarched down Calle Margaritaeven when they took Caranqueno fascist boottouched these stones. Pepito sits on a white flat …
Unspoken Words
I wanted to say – I’m sorry. Words formed, came tumbling from my mind only to choke – in my …
Rite of Passage
Hope strolled across my bleak horizon Littering glitter in her wake A thousand flecks of firelight Each one a promise …