Black roses.
Black roses Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading
Daily Archive: September 7, 2025
A letter. Dear Amanda.
A letter- Dear Amanda I am writing you a letter. Just words to be read and I wanted you to know. You are my everything. You are my mystery to try to understand… Continue reading
I told my children. Live a Hemingway life. Je t’aime.
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
Photos and some wisdom.
Old man wisdom I told my children. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. I saw 40 countries and befriended many kind people. Life is to be lived. My grandfather… Continue reading
My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing.
My Summer day wish, my Fall moon blessing 1- In your eyes, I saw the sea, I saw a miracle in those eyes of golden brown, you took my hands and I knew.… Continue reading
I am going to California.
I am going to California. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved… Continue reading
Damn those eyes.
Wanderlust 1- Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes,soft voice making me feel weak and captured,soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading