I use the word decadent to describe many things. Lisbon, for example. The Moulin Rouge. Drinking hot chocolate. Painting still lives. Selling poetry on the streets. And these tulips. Their faded tones, from a strong amber in the central vein to a dominating rusty… Continue Reading “Tulip Tuesday – decadent”
A young, bearded man sitting on a stool behind a cardboard box, covered with a cloth typing on an old, black typewriter in candlelight. On a sign, the handwritten words: Free Poems Poemas Gratis On the cardboard box, covered with the cloth, in front… Continue Reading “The essence of decadence”