A place so meaningful where I spill my thoughts, vent my. Frustrations and meet wonderful friends. An incessant beat of old melody. Clings to my ears so firmly. As I step into a quiescent journey. To the realm of past secrecy. Hidden deep in the midst of history. Down in the street of the erstwhile city. A youth walking tall in vanity. In black jacket and leather boots, hiding innocency. And a careless mind neglecting purity. Like an eagle soaring the sky, young and free. Under a gray sky, pale and gloomy.

Primarily for poetry and illustrations. Thursday, March 8, 2018. A 55 for JAJ after a long absence. Piano-forte, does it matter? And the keys push back. The keys hold the power. In the center lies the music, that sweet spot - freedom. 169; Gay Reiser Cannnon - 3-8-18. Monday, April 10, 2017. When Time Stops and Nothing Breathes. Near the fence, as the. Tuesday, April 5, 2016.

Maybe it was the work. To get milk down the street. Maybe it was the exposure. They swore it was safe. On Navy ships, valiant,. Maybe it was the agent orange. Uncle Sam admits now, oops. Maybe it was the 40 years of nicotine. The 20 years of whiskey. To function, to forget. Both fought, both defeated.

This is a site that embraces my major interests, writing, cruising the French waterways, books and photography. So you take your pick, whatever your particular interest, by selecting one of the pages across the header bar above.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

What is a tango for one,. Sad music of a lone guitar? What use are red high heels. When they no longer have partners? The cobbled streets are lonely,. The shops are shuttered,. The cathedral bells are dull. With more longing and more desire. I turn slowly, on my own,.

Yet, underneath it all, the broken heart, the jaded heart still beats. Song of the Thorn Bird. Saturday, August 14, 2010. Slow, synchronized to the beating of shared heart. Grasp the last stolen moment before it takes flight. Each gazes into the depths of the other. Tear-stained, caressed before gentle exit.

Plaza de san lorenzo has a heartbeat that i trace with carbon ink,. Doves dance a weird bread crumb rap,. A group of old men drinks black coffee, faces held. As silent offerings into the sun. My bones are stiff from winter. A big snow storm brought me here,. A lady with a wand who drags me, talking spanish like big waterfalls, from one window to the next,. A bridge that no one dares to cross.

Friday, May 15, 2015. Di air telaga melompat menari. Di air telaga melompat menari. Ikan kalui dan si ikan toman. Berkelahi dengan rakan dan taulan. Ikan kalui dan si ikan toman. Turun bermain si anak naga. Berkelahi dengan rakan dan taulan. Saturday, June 7, 2014. Ialah satu novel hasil karya ninotaziz yang menjangkau.