‘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 ...
Thank you, Russel, my consistently concise friend.
My comment will not be as eloquent as the ones written by the authors/writers/poets before me, and poetry is not…
Roy, again you have aptly captured one of life’s great truths. Thanks for the nice morning read.
I love your reference to the Louisa May Alcott quote!
I appreciate your comment, Sephen.
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