He told me that he’d loved before Her silken hair, Her chestnut eyes; A fire with which she lived her life That burned eternal. I asked him, Did he love her still? Of course; So long as the … Continue reading »POEM: Multitudes
Paris is for Lovers. Paris is for Jazz Guitarists, Saxophonists, Seine-side Artists Paris is for Wayward Poets, Lost Composers Modern Stoics. Paris is for Nuns and Sinners Students, Bankers, New Beginners Paris is for Virgin Marys Whores and Revolutionaries, Singers, … Continue reading »POEM: Paris is for Lovers