| Booksie Address: | http://www.booksie.com/maximilliano |
| Country: | United Kingdom |
| Favorite book: | Aristotle. Ethics |
| Member Since: | Jan 15, 2009 |
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 24, 2009
An alternative creation theory and how the animals...
Tags:death, animals, strength, madness, colours, bravery, alternative creation
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 24, 2009
Written as a therapeutic piece to lessen the pain of a...
Tags:love, anger, pain, anguish
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 19, 2009
This is a poetical portrait of a cat we cared for.
Tags:less, cat, sneeze, hoping, great, prey, does, skill, persistence, pounces, efficient
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 19, 2009
This was writen in memory of my Welsh Border Collie who...
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 24, 2009
The art of kite making. The loneliness of a young boy in...
Tags:relationships, loneliness, fishing, kites
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 24, 2009
Isn't it strange how, sometimes, there can be controlling...
Tags:love, inaction, lust, longing, frustration
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 23, 2009
A muse and their reason for being.
Tags:love, poetry, a muse
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 23, 2009
Gerabel gave me a subtle hint that a certain lady would...
Tags:air, birthday, katie
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
Coming out of a bad relationship and into a good one.
Tags:renewal
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
This is to be read after reading "There's a bare what?!"
Tags:pain, irritation
Essay by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
My first trip to Alaska was an adventure and a half.
Tags:fear, brown, determination, fishing, bears
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
Three Wolves on the warpath.
Tags:revenge, cold, remorseless
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
This occurred in the spring of 1950, in a fruit...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
There once lived a woman who drove my senses wild. As the...
Tags:love, relationships, sex, lust
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
Time. The thief.
A Warning that living your life to the...
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 24, 2009
An alternative creation theory and how the animals...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 24, 2009
Written as a therapeutic piece to lessen the pain of a...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 19, 2009
This is a poetical portrait of a cat we cared for.
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jul 19, 2009
This was writen in memory of my Welsh Border Collie who...
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 24, 2009
The art of kite making. The loneliness of a young boy in...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 24, 2009
Isn't it strange how, sometimes, there can be controlling...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 23, 2009
A muse and their reason for being.
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 23, 2009
Gerabel gave me a subtle hint that a certain lady would...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
Coming out of a bad relationship and into a good one.
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
This is to be read after reading "There's a bare what?!"
Essay by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
My first trip to Alaska was an adventure and a half.
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 16, 2009
Three Wolves on the warpath.
Short Story by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
This occurred in the spring of 1950, in a fruit...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
There once lived a woman who drove my senses wild. As the...
Poem by maximilliano
Posted: Jan 15, 2009
Time. The thief.
A Warning that living your life to the...
I started to write when, during my A Level English Lit course, I was turned on to words; their juxtapositions and relationships. I wrote stort stories and poetry later, when I was in the Merchant Navy travelling the world, but lost most of my work in an accident a long time ago. Thrice married, I'm fascinated by women and have a need to understand them. But being married doesn't give knowledge, just frustration. Hey Ho. Life goes on. I'm living in a valley in the country just outside Swansea. Wales. All of this doesn't tell you who or what I am. That comes from my poems, stories and essays. Read On.