Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Listen to the wind. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
1- dreaming’, Pleading’, Wonderer in’. And he was lost in her. He was curious to hear her voice, hold her close on the dance floor. She was curious too. She wanted to hear… Continue reading
Do we ask for more? 1- Do we ask for more? Do we pray for more kisses? Does love die? Or do we forget was love was. 2- I want to be drunk… Continue reading