Black as the night. Part three.
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart, and I know more than most. You smell like wildflowers in the early Spring, and you talk so sweet.… Continue reading
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One more cup of coffee my dearest.
One more cup of coffee my dearest. He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi working in her garden and he adored her.… Continue reading
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming. Hanging with Jim Morrison.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a far away war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit… Continue reading
My favorite book.
My favorite book. The poetry book ” One hundred and one FAMOUS Poems.” I carry this book to forty countries and 48 states as a soldier. I shared with over hundred soldiers. Was… Continue reading
Three books, I recommend.
Michele Lee Selton. An amazing writer. She is filled with positive energy and hope. The book ” Jade’s broken bridge.” Digs deep into the human mind and what we would do. To survive.… Continue reading
She was a cruel one.
She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Dear Jennifer.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. I found the poem in a 30-year-old journal. Had to re-written.: Dear Jennifer. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading