The song of the living’
The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death. I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare… Continue reading
The song of the living The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death. I knew a Scotland beauty. She was a rare… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body… Continue reading