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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20 Oct 2019 15:24
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

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 26 Aug 2019 09:58

very humid

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Topic: What music are you listening to?
Posted: 16 Aug 2019 11:48

The Modern Jazz Quartet, (MJQ).

Topic: What's in your mug?
Posted: 16 Aug 2019 11:46

Root Beer

Topic: Who is your favourite author at the moment?
Posted: 16 Aug 2019 11:45

Jason Matthews

Topic: What music are you listening to?
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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
Posted: 03 Aug 2019 08:09

Humid here is marsh but I would have it no other way.

Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 02 Aug 2019 15:41

humid air

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Some Kind

I remember the days of September, so many dreams ago. When the winds began to whistle and the leaves turned brown, before touching the ground. Then grandpa making them mulch for the winter garden of some kind of peas.  It was actually a zephyr. But in my mind it was "The Little Engine That Could," steaming down a railroad track, burning wood, as I heard granny in the kitchen boiling...

Added 18 Oct 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 46 | 1 Comment

It's The Twilight, Stupid

It's twilight that brings me pain, embalmed next to whatsername, with a splash of thunder in the rain. In the darkness, I'm so vain, six feet from spade to ponder, all alone in the yonder. In a mahogany box of sinful wood, with moths and dried earth, and a case of acid reflux. Dressed in a tux with a boutonnière, embalmed next to whatsername, but she never looked so blue. Because she...

Added 17 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 59 | 1 Comment

Taste Of Oreos

When silence is nearing the ground, like falling leaves of a glider, swaying in a cradle of love, suspended on strings. With a brush of breath touching,   from the dew of your lips, in the Winter of our Spring, a taste of Oreos....

Added 16 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 1 | Views 44

Raising The Hairs

Embracing desires cold shivers of winter's born, in the darkness of my mind like splintered wood, kindling fires with a Pinocchio nose. Here lies the voice of green eyes in the shade, with a broken heart of permafrost on the pane, of cold fears in my lies. Between dreams, and candle shells of pale, of freezing rain with angel wings, as love never fails. Slowly a shadow departs floating in...

Added 15 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 65 | 3 Comments

Silence Of Chloroform

In our dark place of silence, where ravens don't dare, she calls me.   Calls me to the window, of eternal moors and spirits,   whispering with a face of no name.   In gothic shades of pale, and midnight blue, the moon looks down on her loveliness. In the silence of our Chloroform, laying down to sleep in our tureen, waiting for life to begin. In closed-caption of lullabies, where...

Added 13 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 47 | 1 Comment

Melting Your Mascara

With a breath of blue touched in dreams, as I held a thought in the silence of bliss, from Carmine red lips that brought fires, now melting your mascara. As your pulse recedes from the photograph hung, on my mind's window, and the cloth that we wed, a better bride I could not desire, simply said, now a widower in my bed.   In shadows, a far horizon whispering your name, of Shangri-La and...

Added 09 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 76 | 2 Comments

Inside An Earthen Pot

With pockets of stars in eyes raven blue wings flickering bright making love in the pines and the salt beds where nature defines In the moonlight hypnotizing our worlds where crickets now gather in the doorway with a satchel full of shadows Laying in the needles inside an earthen pot   caught in the whirlwinds of man-made sins an asterisk in my mind as we thirst With lightning bolts...

Added 07 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 78

Sweet Lorraine

It's only quiche trying to be pretentious, sweet it may be, but only an egg pie, but doesn't it sound strange, to lay in bed with an egg beaten, and a photograph of an omelet, with the name of Quiche Lorraine. But forget the spinach, and give me your bacon, with a dash of Betty Crocker, between the sheets.   Because in reality, an egg is a chicken, and a yoke with swollen egg white,...

Added 05 Oct 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 75

Is It Ambiguous

Is it ambiguous to favor the night? With me in the dark, Just when I stopped dreaming, And your spirit floating in the air. Wearing a bee's cap,    With a scent of wooded Columbine, And petals of dew, And I in dreams of euphoria. But the night is my aurora, with me in the dark, of love's serendipity, And your spirit floating in the air....

Added 30 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 123

Russet Years

And so it goes like Autumn in the air with shades of wooing in my russet years love found in my spoken words   of frost in my old eyes   In jest confessing poetic intoxication beneath a tallow's wick of verses spent   feeling the touch of your breath in a spiritual awakening Like silken wings of the moth with fingers of lingering dreams kissing my lips of burning desire with shades of...

Added 29 Sep 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 141

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