Marcella…
Marcella I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Bad, bad woman…..
Bad bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby…
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
You are my story….
You are my story Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
Fabiola…
Fabiola (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Justice, Not Revenge
Hopeful and powerful words shared by a talented writer.
When the war is over..
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading
The violence storms….
The violence storms ————————————————————————————————————– Whiskey didn’t kill me and war befriended me. Wounded heart that blood-out, had nothing left to lose. Pretty Poet told me in Monterey. California sun, last blessing dear soldier.… Continue reading
GUSTAVO ADOLFO BÉCQUER: In the Towering Nave of a Byzantine Temple
Originally posted on Living on Land:
(from the Spanish of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer) Tomb of Doña María de Villalobos In the towering nave of a Byzantine temple, by the light filtering down through…
Falling into the fire…
Falling into the fire —————————————————————————————– I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with the… Continue reading