Time Hates Love, Wants Love

The Stars Are Filming Us For No One.

You Can Find Poetry In Your Everyday Life, Your Memory, In What People Say On The Bus, In The News, Or Just What's In Your Heart.

What Will You Do Now With The Gift Of Your Left Life?

Where I Lived - Winter And Hard Earth.i Sat In My Cold Stone Roomchoosing Tough Words, Granite, Flint,to Break The Ice. My Broken Heart -i Tried That, But It Skimmed,flat, Over The Frozen Lake.she Came From A Long, Long Way,but I Saw Her At Last, Walking,my Daughter, My Girl, Across The Fields,in Bare Feet, Bringing All Spring's Flowersto Her Mother's House. I Swearthe Air Softened And Warmed As She Moved,the Blue Sky Smiling, None Too Soon,with The Small Shy Mouth Of A New Moon.

It's Always Good When Women Win Things In Fiction Because It Tends To Be More Male-dominated, Unlike Poetry, Which Is More Equal