Pockets (with audio)
Please read and listen to the talented poet.
Please read and listen to the talented poet.
Pretty Jen Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We… Continue reading
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photo credit west coast woman ? Dusk til Dawn Shadow and Light the veil is thin The call goes out spiritual refugees seeking a conscious oasis-…
Dear Luna Forget me not my beautiful lady, you are too kind to a old soldier. Please dear Luna, I know somethings are too beautiful to know and to behold. If you… Continue reading
War or no war? “Men are savages, cannot see the cost of war. Dead cities, dead women and children. How many must die before we learn. A eye for a eye world, no-one… Continue reading
The whiskey lullaby I watched her undress slowly. She have found me drinking whiskey alone at the Monterey Bay. I was drinking the whiskey and I was singing poetry to the Pacific.… Continue reading
A lullaby Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance. The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her, he was twenty years old once and youth was… Continue reading