A cradle hymn.
A cradle hymn. Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a hummingbird.If the bird. It doesn’t sing.Daddy going buy you a diamond ring. Poor little baby.Alone and scare.The child will be… Continue reading
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Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
Sweet Molly Malone.
Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores to heal.… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan.
I will never leave Michigan. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Gypsy soul. And a lovely Ayla Schafer song.
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
The masquerade.
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and… Continue reading
Things lost, things found. And a lovely Sharleen Spiteri song.
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Kindness.
My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger and unkind words. Love is never meanness, love is never… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey and I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write… Continue reading
The Island. Chapter 8-13.
The Island- chapter eight The two women came to me and they embraced me. Lana told me. While we are gone, the Island wine maker shall keep you company. At the door, a… Continue reading