"Questa è la storia di un amore vissuto in mare, tra le onde, il vento ed il sole sulla pelle. Un amore che non chiese di sbocciare. Un amore che vi voglio raccontare." E' così che inizia la raccolta di poesia che descrive una storia d'amore nata per caso su di una spiaggia, tra due persone provenienti da due mondi diversi e nonostante le loro diversità questo amore perdurerà nel tempo.

Un compendio di emozioni che sgorgano ora inattese e dirompenti dall'intimo più profondo dell'autrice per donarsi al lettore come sottili pennellate di una vita vissuta pienamente nel segno dell'amore più intenso.

The love for the sea originated from the wind and its strong flows and the continuous search of the perfect wave, have led the author to admire a man who in his purity has been able to let her know, even if briefly, about his world, transmitting this love that in its simplicity has bewitched her heart and inspired some of the most beautiful poems ever written.

I had found it! This house was the perfect place to write the great American novel. I tumbled into bed, anxious to start the next day. Within half an hour, I was awake again. The sounds were back.I got up and peered out the window. That's when I saw it. In the ghostly light of a half moon shining through the darkness, I saw a young girl chopping at the trunk of a huge oak tree behind the house. She was only about five or six years old, wearing a tattered dress that was soaked in the...

Poetry is a wonderful way to express yourself. It can be so romantic and full of emotions. Poetry song flows through your soul as you absorb it from the pages. It can lighten your mood and bring joy to a moment in time. On the other hand, poems can also be dark and express your innermost feelings and fears, feelings you carry so deep within, and want to explore. Your true courage will be to share such raw feelings with others. This book of poems will take you through a personal journey of ...

"La Signora", by Bruce McAllister, is a dark fantasy about a teenage American living in an ancient Italian fishing village with his parents. He's invited by his friends to go night-fishing on one special night, and although he knows his parents would disapprove, he goes anyway."The strength of this work is in its portrayal of the everyday, in the author’s intimate understanding of what it is to be a boy of that age, of that time."--LocusAt the Publisher's request, ...

Heart Shaped Sin is a small gathering of poems and lyrics about those fractured fragments of guilt, desire, joy and loss that expand across the timelines of our lives. The title was conceived during the purchase of a guitar and is a mantra for all those moments we bow to our weakness and find new strength. From the flowing confession of loves' entanglement that is 'Rope', to the bitter loss of, 'A Mother's Tears', the writer drifts us into the singers confession that first love will always...

Jim's friends at the spaceport love the blue trout the distant world is famous for.He goes fishing and discovers he discovers he's the bait.

I'm seeing in the New Year, with my chosen lover, in front of the fire. Wonderful. Until, that is, an unidentified rural noise makes the townie nervous and something must be done to restore the magic.

A confused firefighter. A distraught new bride. A police detective and a coroner with an unsolvable mystery. And one terrified man, torn from his reality. Is there any chance for Chance Bellamy to escape his otherworldly captors and find Summer once again? Can the power of love bridge the unfathomable distances of space and time? Find out, in Pod N.

Things are different now. Life has been replaced by death. The population has decreased immensely due to the many dangers in this strange new post-apocalyptic world. Life—what of it is left—is different than it was before in every way but one. Those who are left still need to eat.There's just one problem.The food supply is gone.

It is a painting of a Yeats poem, a canvas of a dark night where, in a star-lit glade, he wishes for the cloth of Heaven. And yes, this cloth are many stars.She, watching the painting, can see them spread before her, but she of the picture does not see these stars and she treads on the starry cloth. His cloth. His dreamed cloth. For he dreams this cloth, and she treads on his dreams and she does not tread lightly but tramples these stars with unseeing feet. His stars, his desire. S...