GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford

I am very grateful to writer Donald Standeford for liking my friend Mario Savioni‘s great photographic and literary work, Latin Quarter – Paris 1995, and also for reblogging my humble posts. This is a beautiful poem by Donald Standeford: Watching grandpa at the sheep gate Love wisdom like diamonds, And you won’t regret it; This… Continue reading GUEST POST: Watching Grandpa at The Sheep Gate – A Poem by Donald Standeford

Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al

Spring anticipation in the air Orange reddened sun Gets ready to hide its rays Behind the lowest of all mountains Mirroring itself on the lake. Vanity at its highest level. Yet the picture turns out different In a mixture of yellow and blue Of greed and sadness a faithful clue. “You’re so vain, You probably… Continue reading Ode to Trump’s Vanity et al