Once upon a time. For dear Susie.
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen-birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a birthday… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
The Chelsea Hotel.
The Chelsea hotel. Leonard Cohen words and song took me to the Chelsea motel before I arrived in the city of New York many times over. I yearn to find the places Cohen… Continue reading
Bounded love.
(My adopted children. Adults now and doing well. An old photo. Living in the USA and Spain.) (Me and my daughter in 1998.) Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held… Continue reading
Quotes from my heart and some photos.
Quotes from the heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is a good day. My third grandson is twelve now and I have five grandchildren now. Today I have many reasons to be thankful… Continue reading
Two out of three, isn’t bad.
Two out of three isn’t bad. I was sitting alone in an Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking the long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. An old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed you.
I followed you and you followed me. I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the sea,… Continue reading
Killer on the road.
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
Some December thoughts.
Some quotes and a song from Joan Baez. I adore her and her music for many years. Grandmother told me often. Sugar and honey can bring peace and calm to us. Anger and… Continue reading
My grandfather’s house. With a wonderful Joey/ Rory song.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1976- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
Fool’s gold.
Fool’s gold Once we held hands and we talk of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee, and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading