Love with a Language Barrier

by Marc Gunn, December 30, 2004 Spending time alone with a million beautiful people and things to see, I couldn’t help but write love poetry inspired by bella Italia. Cercando for l’amore without walls; Love that is friendship and amore, Passion and romance Holding each other on Roman walls, Hearing heartbeats Like thunder in my […]

Swiss Snow

by Marc Gunn, December 19, 2004 I took a train through the Swiss Alps and was blown away by the gorgeous whiteness of snow. It left me daydreaming. Blossoms of white On frozen trees of brown. There’s a fine powder Blinding and unwinding As the soft sun pokes through The weary winter haze. A bird […]

I Kiss Your Soft Lips

by Marc Gunn, November 19, 2004 A poem of longing for the sensual love of two strangers in the night. I kiss your soft lips. My body lies on yours Casually filling the crevices I adore Your body held close. I miss your touch. It’s like a dream from a nap I can barely tell […]

Tabby Cat Art

My two tabby cats, Tiziano and Torre (aka TnT) were extra frisky last night. I think they were happy I was back from my trip to Georgia. They’ve been getting used to my frequent travels. I, on the other hand, am not. I’m really worried about my tiny tabbys. They need so much attention. Torre […]

Oasis

by Marc Gunn, December 4, 2004 I went out to see live music with a fan the other day. The situation turned out less than pleasing and left me questioning how I should interact with friends and fans. How do we deal with it? We stumble over sand dunes, Lips parched for thirst. You offer […]

Do Virgins Taste Better….no, but pizza does…..

We get ALL kinds of funny stories that revolve around one of our most popular songs, “Do Virgins Taste Better Medley” from our hit Renaissance Festival CD, A Faire To Remember. Recently, I heard this one from Magdalene A story from faire a few years ago. I’m being a little raggedy peasant wench. On the […]

Ever Hopeful, More Often Hurting

by Marc Gunn, October 25, 2004 A few weeks back, I had an interesting look at love and the reasons behind some of my past relationships. Ever hopeful, More often hurting. As a child I gave friendship and love with fervor; Only to see it closed behind a cold door. My fraternal love was scoffed, […]

Cat Mystery of the Opposable Thumb

I picked up the scooper and emptied the litterbox into the trash can. It was now clean for use. I then placed the trash can back under the sink, making sure the baby locks would keep out my little tykes. All was good. Then I saw him. Once again, Torre, my grey tabby cat, seemed […]