A bloody Mary…
A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
Daily Archive: May 28, 2020
Grandfather’s rose bushes…
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He… Continue reading
Will I find you tonight?
Will I find you tonight? A walkaway love left me waiting for her to return. I remember her tight black dress and her beautiful face. She told… Continue reading
The Seasons
Originally posted on David Redpath:
“It is something to be deep in the snow in Winter, to be deep in the yellow leaves in Autumn, to be deep in the ripe wheat in…