The lucky or the crazy.
The lucky or the crazy We danced by the light of the moon, every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea. I watched you write my… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy We danced by the light of the moon, every Saturday and Sunday we came and watched the sun fall into the sea. I watched you write my… Continue reading
Monterey I knew her 30 years ago, Monterey. I met her again in May. I hope to see again one day- I hope.
A day with the boys.
July 4th is coming. Remember Freedom isn’t free. Many brave men and women die for us to know freedom. I have seen 40 countries and I know. USA isn’t perfect, but this is… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities… Continue reading
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free. I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt the safety of… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Pacific Ocean Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote