Tag Archives: love

“The Naive Traveler”

Posted on March 2, 2013 by vb guenther

Love for him has died. Adventure beckons to me. I go to find love. (Written for dVerse Poetics: An Evening of Short Verse. March 2, 2013.)

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“The Sculpture”

Posted on January 30, 2013 by vb guenther

I like walking alone in the city. I am able to stop on a whim, peer in store windows, inhale odors of exotic, ethnic foods, surreptitiously people watch during my stroll. It’s a beautiful, early February afternoon and I’m wandering … Continue reading →

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“La Nuit”

Posted on January 19, 2013 by vb guenther

La nuit est en feu Avec des etoiles De l’amour. The night is on fire With stars Of love. (Rusty French.) (Dverse poets, Poetics: Foreign Tongues, January 19,2013.)

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Reverberation, The Novel

Posted on November 13, 2012 by vb guenther

_____________________________________________________________ “I love the ethical, moral and religious themes that were brought up by the story. Very complicated and messy, like in real life.”  | Quote from Katja Baker’s review of Reverberation, The Novel, my historical-fiction book . ______________________________________________________________ Excerpt from REVERBERATION, THE … Continue reading →

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“The Note”

Posted on September 13, 2012 by vb guenther

Suction from the blast Lifted the note From the man’s desk And carried it through space Now void of offices Reception And conference rooms. Space where humans Had been occupied On their computers On their cells Around the coffee machine. … Continue reading →

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“Dear Diary: Waiting”

Posted on August 2, 2012 by vb guenther

Tuscany, August 3. I fear for my sanity. I have come to the vineyard To escape my demons. But they are here. Hiding. Waiting to reveal themselves. My golden-haired beauty Lies under a tangle of vines Waiting for me To … Continue reading →

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“The Miracle of Her Beauty”

Posted on July 19, 2012 by vb guenther

Her hair is the color of sunlight On grape leaves in summer. Her eyes, the soft grey-green of fir trees Wrapped in the mist of early evening. Her skin is bronzed like the half-hardened Vines which nurse the fruit In … Continue reading →

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