Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo

Between the half-life of a past life and the fast-life towards a future life lay the roots of this poetry. There are spaces for your imagine its own pathways. There are disjointed thoughts there for you to unscramble rebuild. There is beauty, beauty as perceived by the writer. There is time, spread over months and generations. There is distance, spanned across one countries extreme counties. I hope that the poems find you, and that they then leave you hopeful.