There is a story in every poetry. My cousin Heamus, 28, was diagnosed with leukaemia, final stage, on September, 2005. The last five months of life he spent on a hospital bed, putting up wit… more →
Greieri şi păpădiioctavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: There is a story in every poetry. My cousin Heamus, 28, was diagnosed with leukaemia, final … more →
octavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: That is a very freaky rare illness, Bob says. None of those long cells will contract any longer, no … more →
octavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: Jim, 78, looking for something, stops, does not remember what he wanted. Nailed he stands in front … more →
octavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: There are mornings I don’t want, the fuzzy mornings of Vermont, those hated mornings without ligh … more →
octavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: Listen: how quiet’s Deep Creek! The leaves do only dare to speak! I swear that even Death’s asleep! … more →
octavianblaga wrote 1 year ago: They were all gone. The light was calm. The timepiece bashed with hate. ‘T was too early. Or … more →