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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Old fashion shrimp gumbo with okra and cornbread.
Lot of rain in the Georgia marsh.
CCR
Remembering, 9-11.
I was inspired to see the turnout on the comp.
Blue Velvet
I don't watch my TV. I do read and listen to music.
Sinatra
Stuffed green peppers with sausage.
Salt pork and biscuits
Particles of death lay beneath stone, of gristle and marrow. Chiseled with reference to. In my slippery state of being bones. Wishing I wasn't alone. Two percent bleach, with a bottle of Red. Butterflies between my teeth with a condiment of being Dead. Dressed in my best Fauntleroy, with the devil in my phone. Connecting me to my widow, beneath another stone....
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Slowly the curtain comes down, dark rises over catacombs and ossuaries of bones regurgitating the dialysis of my death as the tallow drips my impending journey awakening a moth of my sinning quill across the barren lands of COVID-19. ...
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The imps of twilight light upon a broken stitch of life's hypocrisy and death's sewing basket the thimble be mine and thread be strife like a puppeteer in Hell from gothic shell two steps from Sodom and Gomorrah pulling the strings of Armageddon shaking the salt. ...
Added 24 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 114 | 2 Comments
Frozen dark of dreams melting on broken wings awaiting dawn spinning like wild dervishes tapping the pane of my insane dripping into a puddle of night ashes from my meerschaum pipe like a faucet with a pale scream so satanic the nightmares curse falling on my exposed heart of bleeding rivers in my veins in my mind's stinging syringe clotting my next verse on broken wings awaiting dawn....
Added 21 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 158 | 1 Comment
It was a melancholia of the rose, and thorns of my dark compose. With a spiritual ardor of love on the cusp of mysterious. In shadow of Gertrude Jekyll paling to a night shade. As my pen drips it's nectar with a damask fragrance, from the atomizer's mist. Warming me with a kiss beneath the pantomime moon. With a breath of life's refresh. Climbing the trellis at twilight, paling to a night...
Added 19 Sep 2020 | Category Musings | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 167 | 4 Comments
As I tootle-foot along the way over costal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille over stepping stones and 'morrows where love covers every bough hearing the piccolos fife over costal dreams and streams of sandcastles in the air as I tootle-foot along the way. ...
Added 17 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 132 | 2 Comments
Silence on wings of brightly colored sparrows today and tomorrow in a forest of woods hearing the bellow of my own ghost so soon the everlasting calls before the pyres of dawn scampering over rushing waters splitting seams in my daydreams of obsidian carolers for my eyes have seen the glory today and tomorrow in a forest of woods. ...
Added 15 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 134 | 1 Comment
Splendid light now growing dim 'neath twilight on moon's rim over dark rivers of pale veins of barren waste as we kiss throbbing to the veil flooding earth tone bones of the torrential night over dark rivers of pale veins. ...
Added 13 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 154 | 3 Comments
Little curmudgeon crackers bitter to the taste of my words and disco lights of memories swarming a corner of new life warming my marigold seeds planting thee my troth in a pocketful of shade to keep the jackals from eating little curmudgeon crackers bitter to the taste of my words speckled with love's powdered kisses. ...
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In my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery a place where no one knows what is up there but the ink drips with my typos and my thoughts scroll a thunder. As the fiddleback chasuble pushes dusk poncho of darkness screaming the Holy Communion in my mind's cabal, where I play with arcanery and the clerics who heal my soul....
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