Tag Archive: short-story

No cure for love.

No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times.  As time pass.The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment.I tried to forget a… Continue reading

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The sea.

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They do not sit with him, play… Continue reading

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I want to know you.

I want to know you. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me?  I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading

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Hello again.

Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading

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Blindfolded and weightless.

I watched your tone, and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and tender thighs. Make… Continue reading

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Parable of Celia.

Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading

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We lie, we died and we still wanted more.

We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading

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Mojo a-coming.

Mojo a-coming…  I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me; Johnnie… Continue reading

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Now and forever.

Now and forever. Old soldier, a dying man drank alone. He returned home after 10 years of war, travel and sin. He knew when he left the Pacific Ocean. No-one was waiting for… Continue reading

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Love tragedy.

Love tragedy. I remember the hello. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading

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