Walking Away by John J Kazlauskas I thought it would be easy to just walk away with no explanation like players after a game they pass each other and say nice game but down deep they don't mean it how... Continue Reading →
Arriving by John J Kazlauskas love in a small winter town the train takes me there chugging up the hill through the piled snow all around the fire I arrive at noon full of berries and small chocolates for you I... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 