
Here I am…
Here I Am … by Charles Bukowski drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of poesy an old man maddened for the flesh… Read More

If You Forget Me [by Pablo Neruda]
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the… Read More