Wings by Poetic Tales' is a collection of words beautifully blended together. This book is all about the sufferings that life offers you and you refuse to take it as a daily doze of medicine. And heal your wounds by embracing the torn, scattered, bleeding, painful soul to survive the battle of adversities by being determined enough to be the owner of your own dreams.

"Struggling for Wings" is a diverse collection of reviews, interviews, and essays on the controversial career of James Dickey, a writer whose work has engendered commentary ranging from high praise to scathing personal attack. Never before collected, the materials in this volume record America's critical response to Dickey, beginning in the early 1960s when he first began publishing poetry and continuing through the mid-1990s, with comprehensive overviews of Dickey's entire canon.

Glimpses of her came to him, On the wisps of a dream one night, He could see so many things about her, But her face was hidden from sight. Her hair was long and flowing, And in the dream it covered her face, But her energy he could never forget, Because it was filled with light and grace. And the feelings of peace and acceptance, Which he felt so strongly right there, Swirled around him like soothing waves, As did the tendrils of her hair. He woke to the ribbons of moonlight, With a smile upon his lips, Because before she left him in his dream, She had given him an enchanting kiss. Janine Palmer (Silver Moon)

Remember Your Wings Maybe I’m learning to love more, Maybe I opened the gate, Maybe I don’t have the answers, Maybe this comes down to fate. Maybe we danced once in heaven, Maybe we’re angels on earth, Maybe you’re the only one for me, Maybe my heart was yours first. Maybe your soul called out to me, Maybe my soul pulled you near, Maybe I’ve known you forever, Maybe you’re the reason I’m here. Maybe my heart sings only to you, Maybe my love knows no bounds, Maybe our love is so pure and true, Maybe our treasure is found. Maybe I’ll hold you forever, Maybe I remember your wings, Maybe I’m ever so thankful, Your divinity to my heart sings. Janine Palmer (Silver Moon)