One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Love is a cruel mistress.
Love is a cruel mistress… You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
Cocoa Beach.
Cocoa beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Nothing will last forever.
Nothing will last forever…. She sat alone. Her lingering tears falling down her beautiful face. I have told her often. Nothing last forever. Even the strongest love weakens to just memories of things… Continue reading
Dead man arms and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Please take my hands, please take my heart.
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
Monterey. Love glances and stolen kisses.
Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey. The sea was his last dream. January isn’t the perfect time for the… Continue reading
Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
The Coyote song.
he 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