Happy New Year. The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
My New Year wish. I wish for a perfect silence. Where all we can hear is the laughter of children playing and singing at the lake or a park. I wish for the… Continue reading
Tell me, how you lived? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, yet each… Continue reading
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
Last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money, and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading