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“The Months Fly By “

The months fly by or so it seems these days. It can hardly be almost three years since the last desert reunion and my poem written of this time, of our meeting in London, but it is. This coming April I plan to return to the desert once again back to the garden city of...

This Changing World – Paris 2015

Dark these recent stormy skies battleship grey, gloom filled days entangled with tears… Blood spills in joyous places from young music revellers, flows warmly away amongst coffee loving gentle souls. In quiet bistros filled with amore, mixes in delicious smells...