I never knew my paternal grandfather or maternal grandmother, but loved every minute with my paternal grandmother, the bookbinder for 60 years, and my maternal grandfather, the storyteller of a lifetime.
The Muse remembers Oklahoma City.
The Muse versus (or verses) the Internal Revenue Service.
The Muse observes the Ex-Spouse.
The Muse Speaks in Silence.
Al Levin interviews writer, poet, and mental health advocate Rene Mullen.
A local pub, despite its refit continues to be a bolt-hole, refuge and home to its regulars. An animated poetry film.
Poetry to calm your down
A Shero for Social Justice, Poetry, Humanity… Ending Domestic and World Wars, Strife and Chasms.
Musings of the great royal frog!
Pairs of lovers have passed through the still of the night.
There is joy and rapture in knowing her secrets.
Rommel’s Last Foe
“My fort, it’s over here. It’s secret and mine. I’ll show it to you. Only once, though. Big peoplea ren’t supposed to be here.”
Once you ‘feed’ the beast, it will want more.
There is no love as maddening as the manifestation of a summer storm.