She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm.
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
German September sweet wine.
(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
The masquerade.
(April, poetry month. Number three.) 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… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover.
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover. My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could… Continue reading
The days of freedom. And a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot. And an amazing Johnny Cash song.
She used to love me a lot. I saw my ancient love, and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
We need to be kind to each other. Finding Morningstar.
We need to be kind to each other. Sober men can’t write the truth; godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle.… 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
Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.
Old painter on the beach boardwalk. Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He told me. Her name was… Continue reading