Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seems to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer. I left Michigan in 1991, and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby. I wrote to an old journal in an Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet doesn’t cry, he just writes some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
Love is love. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life, and she read her words to us.“I weaved a page with… Continue reading
Blushing beauty had stolen 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… Continue reading
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes.. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
Mercy. 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet.Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance.I told her, yes ma.She took my hands and we went to the dance floor.Her… 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
SOS.. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allow them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight no-more. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading