The fire, the flame and you…
The fire, the flames and you… You are my river of joy and my muse in the mist of confusion. I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
The rising sun.. New Orleans..
The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading
Big Sur. The River Inn..
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote