The days of freedom.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The sea and the chess game.
The sea and the chess game. 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… Continue reading
Freedom is missed. When she is gone.
In the California Mountains. Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left.” Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the… Continue reading
Letters, never send.
Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting to test life. I was like the running river. Always moving… Continue reading
Mercy and kindness, we need.
The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath. It is twice blest:It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes.‘Tis mightiest… Continue reading
The family tradition and an outstanding Hank Williams Jr. song.
The family tradition. A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink, and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my life once.You promised an endless love and I was to bathe in your eyes of… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Roses and lovers.
Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading