It was gonna be a good day to ride, chumming around with Keith and Tommy. It was really just Keith and me who were good…
Tag: sorrow
In January, I give you November… Dallas, Texas 1989 From the bank building, south we go trudging the city sidewalks It’s lunchtime high noon the…
In a pool of liquid gold evening melts on the horizon a feathered angel swims into the fading light amidst the soft rustle of fall…
Ah, April astounding us all draped in robes of beautiful cruelty snowing us with lilacs and luscious roses but taking things, once vibrant things returning…
I say, let me be your ghostwriter as tragedy fills your eyes illuminated liaison has brought us here the Writer of Ghosts and the vagabond…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
Recently it seems, I’ve lost my sense of humor, so I thought I would repost an earlier topic when I thought I was ready to…