Sandy Solomon: Ghazal
A night of ghazals comes to an end to fill with birds.
As the sky blues, their calls braid in New Jersey.
September 21, 2020 · 1 Comment
Mike James: Travel Ghazal
for Larry Give me a wash cloth and I will find a river to Dip it in. I will bathe in memory and in loss. Whenever the sky … Continue reading
August 30, 2018 · 2 Comments
