Smallholder, novelist, unexpected poet, procrastinator, midnight worrier
The first time I saw her was a Tuesday evening in June 1963, I was 20 years old. It’s amazing that I can remember 1963 like yesterday, but can’t for…
I once had a lover,
a gobbler of souls.
It left me a fraction -
a ‘shade’ if you will.
“No, No, signora!” said the Sicilian, he looked at the machine and at me,
and back and forth again…
“Not broken, little damage… we fix”
It may actually benefit you enormously!