The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Dear Gail. She was my sea dancer; she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and trying to… Continue reading
We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly.We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time,we held our kisses long and sweet.We didn’t know.Love words, love dances, just magic and… Continue reading
The tango lullaby. Loving lady is waiting for me, her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She… Continue reading
The liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading
Mercy me. We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling every… Continue reading
Dear December. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Her garden. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be forgiven… Continue reading