The stillness of morning Coffee shops on rainy days Autumn’s unexpected kiss Long drives, no timeline Toss me the keys. Say, “Baby. Take the wheel. Turn the radio, up.” Farmer’s Markets and flowers Wind and waves And you. Without hesitation, I’d choose you.
Month: September 2017
Let’s go Smelling of campfires and salt air Where the beaches are littered With empty bottles of Casa Sauvignon Blanc Let us recite from worn books On a bench of driftwood Follow children to the sea Dip our toes into water Speak wild songs Say anything or nothing Blink at the sun Feed seagulls Toss stones Fall into silence Lean into doorways Wander curio … Read More
Roy fumbled with the coins in his pocket. A single incandescent bulb lit up each table- top. The heat in the room glowed and a smoky haze veiled the guests. He peered deeper into the shrouded depths of the room. Paper serviettes stacked the bar. Shot glasses lined up, topped to the max, the amber liquid ready to swallow. Next to an ice bucket, a … Read More The Clean-Up Man
What a damn, good night of gentlemen, whiskey shooters, and women wrapped in mink, it was. The boys dressed to the nines and the ladies, bespoke in jewels, were there to shine. The flowery scent of Chanel No.5 still lingered on his shirt. His mother had once denounced it as the “perfume of show girls.” He knew exactly how she’d feel about the scene. “Cards, … Read More The Club