Tony Zurlo10 jun 20211 Min. de lecturaTwo poems by Tony ZurloPoetry is the Music of Life Poetry dances, prose walks. Poems are the music of life, the waltzes and sambas and the blues, Poems are...
Tony Zurlo3 ene 20211 Min. de lecturaThe embryo of time by Tony ZurloThe Embryo of Time If only stars grew on trees like moss, we could use them as pillows for peace, and pass them out around the world. Or...
andreazurlo20 oct 20201 Min. de lecturaFor my students in China, by Tony ZurloLilies lull in a pond, tulips line the pathway. Old sycamores moan in the background, weathered pines stretch their arms wide...
andreazurlo5 ago 20201 Min. de lecturaTO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN by Tony ZurloTo whom it may concern, by Tony Zurlo
andreazurlo12 jun 20201 Min. de lecturaReading Masks by Tony ZurloWe think we read faces and focus on a people's eyes, "the windows to the soul."
andreazurlo23 may 20201 Min. de lecturaTianming (Mandate of Heaven) - Tony ZurloJune 4, 1989 - Tiananmen Square Protests - Tianming (Mandate of Heaven) a poem by Tony Zurlo
andreazurlo9 abr 20201 Min. de lectura"When the Angels Call" by Tony ZurloI often wonder about dying. The stage lures and terrifies, Fire and ice on the same night
andreazurlo10 feb 20201 Min. de lecturaThere is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn) by Tony ZurloA poem by Tony Zurlo There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
andreazurlo22 nov 20191 Min. de lecturaAn Imperfect Comb-over by Tony Zurlo©I part my hair behind, but the streaks of gray (TS Eliot) expose an imperfect comb-over of my globe of wisdom that shines in the light.