Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
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The damn road.
The damn road A cold winter day in late December. We lay together sharing sweet kisses. Her beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear her heart beating. I put my… Continue reading
Worn and torn love.
Worn and torn love.Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman.I try to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never… Continue reading
A Bukowski poem and a poem. The loveliest woman in Monterey.
The loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet, and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Some photos and please do one thing daily. You enjoy.
Merry Christmas everyone. The Big Sur dangerous sea. Had been 8 years since my feet touched the Big Sur soil. I hope I can visit Big Sur in early June 2026. My home,… Continue reading
Monterey, California and Big Sur. Old wonderful city and land blessed by the gods. Photos.
Just a path, a path leading you to the Pacific Ocean. The beautiful sea, A place, you can put your feet into. Feel the chill of the sea. Dear Monterey, I do miss… Continue reading
When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady.
The poet and the naked lady.. I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
A bloody Mary.
A bloody Mary. A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie, and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma, and she sat in a… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me.
Mercy, mercy me… We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free climbers of the free mountains, and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever… Continue reading