The dark light and the bright lights… The dark light and the bright lights. Two places we must journey and be observers, become vulnerable to life’s sin and opportunities. The daylights bring no… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. Some mini-poetry. 1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading