Poetry

"...all that is left..."

"...He stands down on the beach in the midst Of a wild storm..."

"...Between wreckage and resilience salvation lies..."

"Big easy has Bourbon Street..."

"...we see lessons, we learn and take ownership..."

"...Solitude is the lone tower I guard..."

"...Dancing like shadows along boardwalk splines..."

"...help us forget we ever had hangovers..."

"Loosening up is a grace..."

"...I was sleeping when her midnight call came..."

"...too many cracks, too many places where water seeps through..."

"...Branches sway in a slow harmony..."

"...paper and leaves soared, sped in the wind..."

Dessy Tsvetkova (born 1970 in Sofia, Bulgaria), has worked as a reporter for Darik Radio, newspapers Woman, News, Women kingdom and has published poetry in Mother tongue speech, Literary Academy and Flame and Sea magazines.

"...I don't know how to love you past my own risk..."

"...If I stood still and said nothing..."

"...bounding around trying to figure out what it is..."

"...a simple uncritical inroad to a complex art..."

"...did you really think the world needed more you?..."

"...What happened to that bold breeze..."

"...speaking of God and the soul and the meaning of life..."

"...I will be at my keyboard late at night..."

"...If I had a weapon like that..."

"...The man over you is giant..."

"...In the scriptorium of mind, I seal our story..."

"...I travelled greater distances..."

"...The only thing without blue paint was a framed flag with a Purple Heart..."

"...Endless nightmares hold my throat ..."

"...You dare not question, lest you get lynched in the hands of your love..."