I live on a small and mostly defunct farm in western New York, where the events of a typical day include writing and walking my dogs--items not necessarily listed in order of priority. (At least not from the dogs' point of view.)
on Feb. 18, 2012 :
This collection of poems interested me so much that i couldn't help taking a deep breath, specially while reading ''Full Moon Fever'', it reminded me of an experience i had some time ago. The phrase ''in my circular head this incipient poem,
for you my sleeping love,
three hundred miles away'' impressed me, but if it were my poem, I would tell ''thousand miles away''. By the way, I think the nature is your great motivation because of the sentences you use. I hope to read more from you.