Jazzy Monday. Old love.
Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday. Old love… She called me at midnight and she asked me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
Love of my life. I caressed her beautiful face and I told her. I am going to love you forever. I promise dear Angela. I won’t leave you alone and I will be… Continue reading
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight goodbye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I painted… Continue reading
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
Payment due my friend. I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading