My verbal poetry and a poem… Dead flowers.
Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
My Hemingway wish… After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading
The Spring song…. I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest… Continue reading
Idyllwild… May of 2016. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild. My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no rushing and kind people. … Continue reading
Kind springs days and Summer days… Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and… Continue reading
Riders on the storm… Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was… Continue reading
Mother and child… I touched her tummy, I listened to the heartbeat with my ear to her stomach. I loved the joy in her eyes, her glow of life made my world more… Continue reading
Show me the face… I loved the Monterey bay. I would bring my beer and whiskey to the Pacific, I would write into my journal, drink the cold beer slowly, I watched the… Continue reading
You taught me what love was… I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your… Continue reading
Saint or sinner? Once soldier, once lover and once business man. Now he wondered. Can all sins be forgiven? My father believed, if he went to church on Christmas eve. All his sins… Continue reading