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