About Adagio


Just a guy who enjoys life and good people. Writing has given me an outlet to express myself. Born in the deep south. That is where my roots are and I have a fondness for books.

I own a small bookshop with a coffee shop. And I enjoy collaborations and discussing ideas. At times I tread the dark side.

I spent twelve years in the USMC. Also at one time owned a chain of video shops. I sold them all before the roof caved in.

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Books, NCAA basketball
Favorite Books:
Treasure Island
Favorite Authors:
Too many to list.
Favorite Movies:
The John Adams series.
Favourite TV Shows:
Mostly news-oriented
Favorite Music:
Progressive jazz and raw blues.


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Topic: What's in your mug?
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Big Red

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very humid

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The Modern Jazz Quartet, (MJQ).

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Root Beer

Topic: Who is your favourite author at the moment?
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Jason Matthews

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Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 03 Aug 2019 10:07

spinning axis

Topic: Inspirations, the Stories Space Coffee House
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Humid here is marsh but I would have it no other way.

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humid air

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Fresh Paint

Thirty years ago when grandma left  the house had fresh paint and the shutters were hung    but the birds were quiet   Grandpa was playing his fiddle with broken strings and grandma was dressed in calico as rain fell from heaven   But the birds were quiet as grandma was laid to rest in the field of stones as I cried as grandpa knelt and prayed   And now my wife of many years   ...

Added 22 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 46 | 1 Comment

O Amor Está No Ar

With innuendos of the wind our lips touch O amor está no ar, love is in the air Beneath the lemon tree piccolo In an arbor of our love's infatuation   With purple roses in your hair And Saturn rings in your eyes Under lanterns of twinkling stars Where red Mars glow Raining down on our umbrella O amor está no ar, love is in the air Of the otto and the rose Dancing to the bossa nova...

Added 20 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 56


Moonlight color me the night of deep sable with stems of the acacia bearing thorns in my dark imaginations of ghostwriters dripping visions from the berries well From my mind's gunny sack accusing the vermouth rising the chills upon my pulsing chest running the tallow as the moth's arabesque fiddling the bow dressed in a tux Silently falls the steps of shadows at my door knocking at my...

Added 16 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 166 | 1 Comment

Sweet As Sorghum

By the grace of love and good omens with strings of melancholia's cello for the love of your puckered lips sweet as the sorghum on my grits   and your butter beans   Poetically entuned with my pen of muffins and piggy wiggly toes oozing sins of redeye gravy   with the roux of my soft, rising lusting gusto As you lay on the sheets so lean and neat tied up like a ham with a mischevious...

Added 09 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 104

Relics Of Words

Gathering the relics of my words of dust falling through cracks like beating my wings in autumn of ruffed grouse and memories and the warmth of your breasts as your lips fill my reverie In love in our enchanted forest reflecting of angels in the reeds as the maples run the sap of willows and fancy hats now tied in yellow strings in a shoebox with my spats Gathering the relics of my words...

Added 05 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 137 | 1 Comment

A Good Rapport

With a good rapport in silence of spiritual beings in the wind and harmonious melodies in the arbor of my love With strings of forget-me-nots as angels touch the ground in the narrows of my mind on wings of butterflies With lips of sweet juleps and lusting poetic wine of spiritual beings in the wind singing Auld Lang Syne With a good rapport in silence and valance of the orange moon born...

Added 02 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 1 Comment

In Absentia

In absentia of my flesh on the post bed as dreams weave across pillow's ottoman    over slippery stones of windblown I do bed with a breath of my kiss   and midnight's tallow dripping down of candles in fornication Salivating bliss for green almond eyes   of chatoyant sheen in a pantomime of ghost as we canoodle in dreams of orgasms   Confessing eternal love in absentia   as the...

Added 27 Aug 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 154


Down memory lane in dreams, keeping an eye out for as I tossed and turned, insomnia knocking at my door with eyes of my Eleanor and tears of ninety-four as if it were yesterday she slipped away from my arms Forevermore now beneath the ground's floor   but soon the lords of Thor will spore my bones that I might rest with my Eleanor playing leapfrog in my mind's fog As the spirits of winter...

Added 23 Aug 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 184

Fawning Twine

With a rose of twining vine about your spirit shining and memories of trellises with petals of gold and thorns of a kind, a scent so bold you are as beautiful as a flower With the dew of the dawn of the morning's fawning ravishing pine green eyes whispering echoes with thimbles of combs in your hair lusting I want to be with you forever As soft as the leaves in the cup my tea a distant...

Added 21 Aug 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 185

The Arbor's Gate

The night had hung a full moon over the arbor's gate as the shadows migrate beneath trellises of wild roses  and I saw an angel in my dreams as granny sang me lullabies as her tears flowed over empty teacups and her cuddle-ups  the night grandpa didn't come home but an angel danced in soft shoes  in a plate of grits and red-eye gravy as night hung a full moon over the arbor's gate...

Added 18 Aug 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 212 | 2 Comments

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