Dear Jennifer, I am coming home to you.
A love letter to Jennifer.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
You were my Agnes in the messy world.
Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. I remember you.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice.
My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and I am a… Continue reading
A Texas love story. And an amazing Merle Haggard song.
A Texas love story. I returned from the war in 1997, and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early and… Continue reading
I wanna get back with you. And an outstanding Tom Jones song.
I wanna get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remember a beauty. Was a warm late April day… Continue reading
If I could, I would.
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading