RAPOETICS REPRINT: Sunrise at the Seaside by Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak
Sunrise at the Seaside wrapped by the night swathed in a shawl of memories filled with love I froze on an empty beach with feet mired in the soft sand staring into the abyss…
Sunrise at the Seaside wrapped by the night swathed in a shawl of memories filled with love I froze on an empty beach with feet mired in the soft sand staring into the abyss…
On A Quiet Sunday Morning Oh slight wind blow good morning birds-sing song of life The organ and the choral groups fly from the speaker on the public radio church music show I heard…
Fruition His home is within the swollen dome of a tree where no response is needed, where history burrows, as if forsaken, in solitary contemplation. He gathers twigs, stirs the pot on a small…