I want us to fall in love again.
Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden laughed and she smiled. She told me. Life… Continue reading
It’s midnight and an amazing Elvis song.
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading
Passing through. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Passing through. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Dear Little Wolf.
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create an afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
The Poet’s heart.
The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a Summer waltz near the sea and I am waiting for… Continue reading
I’ll take care of you.
I’ll take care of you. Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss. We… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not. I dreamed of you, I dreams of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer sweet wine.I dreamed of your long legs,… Continue reading
The sweetest things.
The sweetest things. I have seen so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of mystery and ancient grounds. I have watched the sea rise and fall. I have danced with the… Continue reading
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading