This poems collection includes a part of my life during the last twenty years. I lived all what readers feel when reading these poems, starting from the first poem where I found myself strange in my society, and going through my long love story with my wife, mother of my broken birds. Poems exposing what I felt against bad things that are happening in our world like killing children and people without weapons...etc.... until the last poem titled: the odor of insuline in which I put my feelings towards my son who becomes a diabetic taking insuline every day and every night inside his light skin.

“Such a visual piece . . . readers young and old will return to the story to look more deeply; they won’t be disappointed.” — Booklist (starred review) In a city full of hurried people, only young Will notices the bird lying hurt on the ground. With the help of his sympathetic mother, he gently wraps the injured bird and takes it home. Wistful and uplifting in true Bob Graham fashion, here is a tale of possibility — and of the souls who never doubt its power.

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All’s fair in love and…publishing? It’s nearly Christmas, and Dashiell Dawson Dane already has enough on his plate: finding a present for his parents, coming up with excuses not to hang the Christmas lights, and finishing this stupid story he’s been writing (okay, maybe he needs to start writing it). On top of all that, Bobby has been acting…well, strange. The last thing Dash needs, in other words, is to play host when Marshall Crowe—celebrity author and, worse, a friend of Dash’s parents—comes to town. When Marshall dies in the middle of a public reading of his latest novel, Dash can’t bring himself to believe it was an accident, but he’s determined to stay away from the investigation. Until, that is, the prime suspect shows up on his doorstep, begging for his help. The catch? It’s the same woman who accused Dash, not so long ago, of murdering Vivienne Carver—Hastings Rock’s resident cozy mystery author, Pippi Parker. And helping Pippi might just be the death of Dash.

Broken Birds is an opus dedicated to the broken-hearted. Its scathing language and acrimonious tone is reflective of a human heart which has been crushed in spirit. It journeys through anger, disbelief, bitterness and sadness, yet sometimes ventures toward forgiveness and resignation. Anyone who has ever experienced the intensity of a pulverized heart may herein find a sonnet that speaks to them. The sarcasm contained within Broken Birds is not for the faint-hearted, but hopes to heal the soul with sympathy. A few convivial sonnets and occasional satirical, wry humor help to lighten the dark mood of Broken Birds. Poetry can be cathartic and therapeutic. Whether structured sonnets, flowing free verse, lyrical odes, jaunty limericks or brief contemplative haiku, poetry has served to encapsulate the gamut of emotion experienced by humankind and makes us feel like were not alone. Take it slow, savor the syllables and the rhythmic beat of the meter as you allow the poems to ricochet within your mind. Peruse these pages and let the author commiserate with you through the written word as you ignite your own renaissance.

A lovely bookstore owner asked me why she should read this book? I explained that in writing this book, I undertook a purposeful investigation leading where angels (and all good Baptists) fear to tread. It was during this attempt at explanation the picture formed in my mind of addressing an auditorium full of women. My opening remark to them is: 'Women hunger and thirst for romance. What is it that men want?" The entire audience responds with a resounding chorus in unison with one word: 'SEX!" I then ask: 'No, really ladies, what do men really want?" Again, with a single voice the chorus returns, loudly: 'SEX!" Seeing that I am getting nowhere fast I decide to try a new tack. I ask: 'Please, ladies, as a Romantic, a Poet, what do I, as a man, want?" Back it comes: 'SEX!" There is a definite mind set at work here. Okay, honestly, as a Romantic, a Poet, what do I want from a woman: SEX! Satisfied? But my admission of common guilt is only true to a point. Believe it or not, ladies, some men like myself want romance as much as you do. It is in searching for this elusive thing that I have discovered so much that betrays you ladies in the very areas you are supposed to excel in the romance department. I treat the causes and results of such betrayal in this book.

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