Over wine

So here we all are, discussing art, poetry and the modern poets. Here we are, with our quirks our tattoos, our playlists our countries of origin. I’m one hundred percent Greek, my friend is Mexican, Australian, American, Indian, Albanian, Portuguese, a mini-multicultural microcosm of poets. We share the best lines over morning coffee, exchange smiles over lunch and family pictures over supper. In another life … Continue reading Over wine

Used to this

Must I tell you more? Or less? Or shake the day off with my bare shoulder. Stuck between dreams reading about your eyes as I walk into my life and walk right back out. Throw adjectives like knives so used to my nine lives and so glad you need me not crystal clear as the ocean. Tell me how you are wanted and blessed I … Continue reading Used to this