I was looking at some photos from a few years ago for a post I'm thinking about and a couple of things caught my attention. The first thing is that I didn't really care for this photo of me at the time, but now, I think it isn't so awful and can see that in… Continue reading Point of View
This is how I spread my wings, on four winds in mournful sigh, this is how I live my dreams, this is how I fly, Into a night that's darker deep, than the black at the bottom of the sea, Into a soul so fast asleep, aching to be free. I'll fly out to the… Continue reading Wings
The Keeper A slow and steady flame, Does burn inside this heart, Though with it knowledge came, To rip my soul apart. Of the garden fruit, I ate, And it hath digested me, I wondered out the gate, Eager to be free. But the world I found out there, I could not understand,… Continue reading The Keeper
ONCE UPON Once upon a teenage dance, Held in hearts of true romance, Nervous shaking and stepped on toes, So many things one never knows, Once upon a midnight hour, In a moment of that weakened power, Star crossed friends becoming lovers, So many things that youth discovers, Once upon a fairy tale,… Continue reading Once Upon
Within the drops of rain, a broken diamond chain, comes a flood of memories, currents strong, the deepest seas, of people I have been, and lives I have lived in, it doesn't matter how, for I am only here, and now. Between the sun bright rays, where darkness fills the days, there is a secret… Continue reading Forever Old
Oh what demons I have seen, in the blazing light of day, And in the night they've followed me, As I've traveled on my way, Within the shadows down each hall, Within the moisture of the mist, In my deepest heart, I know, The demons I have kissed. For I have faced them one and… Continue reading Demons 6-27-91
Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems and pieces of prose. You may read a few of them here, listed below. ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. Endings Black Boots Believe A Tangent to Hamlet Human… Continue reading Red Line Wine, Available Now!
The Café New Orleans May, 1996 It was the kind of morning that I love, the sky, a mix of cold greys and steely blues, a chill in the air and the smell of rain. I was sitting at the counter reading a newspaper, one of the last ones still in publication. I was waiting… Continue reading The Cafe’ New Orleans.
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the street, in the dim glow of the footlights, I could almost see it. There was something dangerously familiar about it all. My head swam a little as I took a… Continue reading Honeysuckle.
"Oh noes, spares us your meanderings about style." That girl ain't got no style. ( Should I be saying woman? That woman ain't got no style?) Strunk and White, I own a copy and from the peanut gallery, "Yeah, and you obviously never read it." Well, truth be told, I cracked it open once or… Continue reading The Elements of Stylization
Adam’s Rib July 17, August 6, 1994 They were holding hands, This old woman and man, Rocking in time, Fingers knotted, Entwined, She spun out a rhyme. The old man raised an eyebrow, As she began to tell it so, Every word he knew he’d know, All the same, he let her go. “I remember.”… Continue reading Adam’s Rib
How does one endure such distance? Is it true that you have grown to hate me? How would I know otherwise? As I am left with no more than the memory of a kiss so torturous it burns my very soul. Am I no more to thee than is a ball of string unto… Continue reading A Tangent to Hamlet.
11-26-95Black boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt,James Dean.Black hat, white horse,Minus the armor,Of course.A stolen rose, a stolen rhyme,It happens to me every time,But pour the wine,Fill my cup full,Lie to me,I’m gullible.Say the things I long to hear,Give me hope then disappear.Deny, deny, deny, deny,Who said those things?Did I? Did I?Well, listen up and dig… Continue reading Black Boots.
DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in front of us for hours on end, the cloud was an irresistible sight. Keep moving, I thought, stay in the Jeep. Before I had a chance to say anything you… Continue reading Dreaming.