Marty read ‘The Post Office’ by Bukowski and decided to become a postman. He applied for the job, got a … More Certified Mail
Under the bright sun you lock me in a sweet dream. I burn but don’t care.
Down the streets of my heart, And the avenues of my mind. Down the valleys of my soul, And the … More Love Promenade
The dense fog outside, Much like the fog in my mind, Under your kisses.
Loneliness, the cruel tyrant of souls. It should be behind bars, locked. In a solitary cell. Lonely.
Paulo Coelho, Philosopher impostor, … More Haiku Coelho
You, long boring book. I, reader indifferent. The, library closed.
* * * I have a new mantra. Every morning and night after I brush my teeth and apply my … More A passage from ‘Beyond the Sea’
Cafeteria. My cappuccino and I. My mojo missing.
When I saw your face, my warrior heart white-flagged. Capitulation.