“Looking for Hemingway”
Looking for Hemingway It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me… Continue reading
Looking for Hemingway It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and… Continue reading
Originally posted on Noellie's Place:
Softly the little finger wraps Tenderness cradles the fragile Breath so sweet with breast Eyes searching for the familiar A beating heart starts to live Unaware he…