Stitches..
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
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
Bridgette wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading
Our world, old world, new world.. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet. Today the streets are empty, people are being kinder to each other. Time for us to lead with concern,… Continue reading
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
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
Lest we forgot.. My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.. Sober days and nights led us to places of loneliness. Two people sharing one house with locked doors, not enough words spoken and love forgotten. Once… Continue reading
Love letters — part two. My sweet love. We may be foolish, wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again… Continue reading