Before Retirement, Vance Petrunoff Was Selling Bulgarian Wines from Sonoma, CA

Fading rhythm, bass and chords, rather sleepy night Drums come alive, hey Joe, beat that djembe hard, bang it man Damn it, I still can’t hear the very song which I knew so well Swing baby swing, you really sang and danced with me …… I knew you well, you trusted me, but all was lost in fireworks staccatto I dived back in time and reconstructed deep how I fucked it all up, I played your words, reversed them back into my mind and heard it all again I really hear you now, my dear, but I was so godly selfish, deaf, and blind I know you better now, but you are gone, and I know you better…

Six Brilliant Feature Films at the Mission’s Brava Theater San Francisco, CA  The inaugural San Francisco Bulgarian Film Festival will raise the curtains on March 9 th  and 10 th , 2013 at the historic Brava Theater in the Mission District. The festival will feature a half-dozen Bulgarian feature films (three each day), with many making their West Coast premier. The Sofia Independent Film Festival in Bulgaria and San Francisco Bulgarian Chamber of Commerce are the presenters. Gourmet appetizers, beverages and premium Bulgarian wines will be available during intermissions between films.  "The selections for the SFBFF are some of the best films produced by Bulgarian filmmakers in recent years,” says Artistic Director Jana Karaivanova, who also heads up the Sofia Independent Film Festival and New York Bulgarian Film Festival and procured the films. “Bulgarian filmmaking has become quite prominent in recent years, with international recognition at ...

I see her silhouette on the street right in front of my house and I am spooked From a far I can only see the outlines of her slender body and jet-black hair She sees me too but doesn’t move a bit, why are you there, why wait I thread carefully forward and trying to focus on you, with sun in my eyes I think of someone else, and kick a little stone on the road to make a noise Why are you there, why wait further, I move in closer and don’t change course My neighbor’s black, sleek mysterious cat decides to move slowly under my car  She marked her territory, didn’t flinch, and now I am her subject, on my own turf

I put away the pageantry of the year passed away and folded all memento that was there  reminding me of earlier times of laughter, sparkling jewels, shiny ornaments, unfolded fans hiding angel faces, shiny red balls and lights I cleaned the mess you left,  prickly needles drying on the floor now again the slate is clean and am looking  for new blossoms in my winter garden, and you,  my Christmas tree, will vanish, taken by the scouts