Ave atque vale, Edward Woodward. I have no idea what he was like in private life, but I will remember him always as a year-king or a soldier-poet, a sacrifice, and singing.
Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.
My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.
Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.
My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.
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