We are born to live…
We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading
We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988 and one… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting names into my Native… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful dusk of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache.. I had many bottles of the good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.To do some free-climbing and drink… Continue reading