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 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
I was alone in a Austin, Tavern and young man staring at his shot of whiskey and cold beer. I touched his shoulder and I introduced myself. The man turned to me with… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen.. I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back… Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading