Texas gals…
Texas gals.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The… Continue reading
Texas gals.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The… Continue reading
A letter… I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read. I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand and comprehend. I know you have… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
A Texas gal whispered to me. Bang, bang… (April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) It was a Austin Friday night and we were two shadows seeking some comfort. She told me.… Continue reading
.. (April is poetry month. My new poem number seventeen.) She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste… Continue reading