Poems from Mgaluszka
Borrow my vision and you will see not color, not gender, but beautiful people surrounding you.
With my ears, you will hear the birds sing...
The greens, the blues, the yellows,
How beautifully the mix together.
I strike the canvas with the soft bristles of my brush.
Smooth,...
The earth quaked in Northridge, California.
Winds of death struck Alabama
President Nixon took his last breath.
1994.
My memories of...
It was all in her eyes,
Eyes that showed the real her.
Through her eyes, you could see past those smiling lips.
Eyes that were loud, loud...