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 with the idea… more →
Greieri şi păpădiioctavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: There is a story in every poetry. My cousin Heamus, 28, was diagnosed with leukaemia, final stage, o … more →
octavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: That is a very freaky rare illness, Bob says. None of those long cells will contract any longer, no … more →
octavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: Jim, 78, looking for something, stops, does not remember what he wanted. Nailed he stands in front o … more →
octavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: There are mornings I don’t want, the fuzzy mornings of Vermont, those hated mornings without light … more →
octavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: Listen: how quiet’s Deep Creek! The leaves do only dare to speak! I swear that even Death’s asleep! … more →
octavianblaga wrote 2 years ago: They were all gone. The light was calm. The timepiece bashed with hate. ‘T was too early. Or … more →