The masquerade.
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and… Continue reading
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Haunted places and haunted memories. And a lovely Mean Mary song.
Haunted places and haunted memories. I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I learn in old age. When we are young,… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a lovely Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
A quiet dream.
1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as a Sunday morning sun. 2- I found you by our lake in my… Continue reading
Luck and folly.
Luck and folly. I told the Wisconsin River. Thank you for this beautiful day. I watched beautiful Kathy dance on the rocks, allowing the river water to touch her feet. I told the… Continue reading
An August morning.
An August morning. The days of August are here. Kind earth is alive and the children want to run. The fire are burning and the grandfathers/ Grandmothers must become the story tellers. He… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
The Coyote song, lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
I drink alone.
I drink alone. Prettiest and meanest gal in the jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
Michigan Summer poetry. And a beautiful Yvonne Elliman song.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading