‘Mothiavelli’ and Other Poetry by Susan Jarvis Bryant
Mothiavelli I’m thirsty for the fever of her kiss--- The neon sear---the lethal lick she brings. I burn to ...
Mothiavelli I’m thirsty for the fever of her kiss--- The neon sear---the lethal lick she brings. I burn to ...
Urzsula
Thank you so much Ursula
Thank you, Margaret
Good questions, Lucy. As the sestet to your sonnet, they help evoke honor for fallen warriors named and for the…
A fine ballad on a military man turned frontiersman whose story isn't often heard. You do your state proud, M.…
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