Dear Jennifer, I am coming home to you.
A love letter to Jennifer.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Austin Texas
We do not find love. Love will find us.
We do not find love. Love will find us. Delicious love, sweet love. The kindest love will be tattoos on our skin. I asked for one kiss, I asked for one dance and… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer. And an amazing Beth Hart song.
The sinner’s prayer. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost everyone. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz till… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Concrete angel.
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
Love is a cruel mistress. A Texas hurricane.
Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday, and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
Midnight invitation.
“Midnight Invitation”, 2016, Artwork by Yuriy Ku Drop Midnight invitation. The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the… Continue reading
Happy St. Patrick Day. I pray your whiskey glass, never be empty.
So damn tired… Today is St. Patrick day and I will drink alone. I will find a glass of green beer, wear my green shirt with some words on it. “Kiss me, I… Continue reading
Please remember who you are.
Please remember who you are. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Please remember who you were.
Please remember who you were. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading