The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: fiction
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Gentle on my mind.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Cocoa Beach.
Cocoa beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Paris at dusk,” We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and… Continue reading
Love had taught me madness.
Love had taught me madness. 1- Break me. Please break me, make me bleed, show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, they know life… Continue reading
Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart.
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
Your face..
Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were less sad now and she told me. Thank you Johnnie… Continue reading
Oh my lover and a beautiful PJ Harvey song.
Oh my lover.. Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading