‘La Uva’ (The Grape): A Poem by Michael Pietrack
La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; ...
La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; ...
Beautiful She cracked a throaty Marlboro laugh that piped her spicy liquored breath into my face. Her blouse hung ...
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Tashvi, you are an inspiring revelation. How beautifully your poem is structured in rhyme, rhythm, message, and flow from verse…
Dear Tashi, true dreams never do decay.. C.S Lewis, Chesterton and Tolkien are such inspiring writers because they affirm this…
Tasvi, but true dreams never do decay.. The poem gives a beautiful presentation of why myths are vital but leaves…
"And all tomorrows bloomed without a gloom." Lovely story, Tashvi, recalled and told with a fine meditation on childhood imagination…
This is a beautiful poem, Tashvi, so imaginative and well written. I can already see the book that may accompany…
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