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Chris LaMay-West, writer in Vermont. Thursday, December 03, 2015. Wednesday, January 21, 2015.
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Full-length play, a full-length. Innovative poetry, and a 40-poem. If you, or someone you. Know, would be interested. Want to buy a book of mine.
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Being in between books is like being in between religions, or so I imagine, being a man who has no need for religion. And honorary Babarian MK Chavez.
The thing with Writerly Insomnia. LOVE THAT NEVER FADES! My Lover Turns Into A Witch At Night. The Queen of My Heart. Albina and The Birds Of Paradise. To be alone is like a flower without fragrance Wild imagination runs through And it pains Ponder your flaws and.
Welcome to my Website! Benvenuti nel mio Sito Web! My name is Sergio. Art is the real way to bo farther, to overcome ourselves, to settle up a new way of living and of perceiving things. Art is the Breath of Life. I feel Art like the breath of Life and of Infinite. I hope you may enjoy it. Thanks, really, for being here! Who I am - Chi sono.
About time for another I suppose! This poem is about. He streaked through the mist like a bat out of hell,. His journey and purpose he knew all too well,. And as the dawn broke he arrived at the fell. And the forest that lay to the west. He tore through the forest and whipped through the trees,. With an angel a-topping its crest.
You are what you want to be.