The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Could you? Could we?
Could you? Could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
Unwashed memories.
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Cherry wine. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Cherry wine… Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
Should of loved you more.
Should of loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey, and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days, and he… Continue reading
The Texas jazz. I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
I saw a face.
I saw a face. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory,was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
A California free man once.
A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading
Where have the Ojibwa gone? And some quotes.
” Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it… Continue reading
I lift my eyes.
I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day. I lift my eyes. Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading