Lupo Solo, Edge of Dawn

Before I was curious, now I am intrigued.

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Lupo Solo, Terza Parte

Continuation from Lupo Solo, Seconda Parte Old Joe continues drinking, remembering and seemingly deciding if he wants to talk to Dante with each sip. Dante sits quietly, enjoying the complexity of the wine, compounded by the ages since it was made. He considers how long it may have been in a cask, the possible centuries of …

Hurricane Irma and My Time

Why I missed some writing opportunities.

Lupo Solo, Seconda Parte

Continued from Lupo Solo Cafe corretto, a traditional after dinner cocktail was one of Old Joe's specialties, in truth everything Italian seemed to be, but this was Dante's favorite. It matched his affinity for coffee and the need for a stiff drink. The espresso was never fresh, but that was the point, it was Joe's take on …

Lupo Solo

Deep in the night, Dante sits at his table in the lounge, it is a quiet hole in the wall where one can disappear from the city for a while.

Troisième Partie

Nine inches deep is the most shallow form of human connection.

Ultima Realizzazione

Drinking blind I see the light Drunken stupor to know what’s right Dramatic pause subtle and so bright Dried eyes lack any more tears Numbing calm escape all my fears Sailed through with thousands of beers Poison glances I hear your words New gang Malicious hollow herds With volition new flock of birds I cry …

Deuxième partie

Continued from Causeries d’un Cabochard Dante closes his eyes, breathes deep her fragrance, and it gets him high, "It is these moments, it is tactile is it not?" He slips around her, hand across her midsection, and he whispers in her ear, "When you can feel the fire someone ignites from deep within. The only action you …

Causeries d’un Cabochard

He touches her chin, "Art is not something made on demand, it is a force of nature, to force it is to just... lie."

Better Off

Battery, self-inflicted busted dreams Old wounds reopen, with present salt Scraping off dried and cracked scabs Pain twice as good, it is all my fault Malignant tumors, riddle my spirit Emotional carcinoma growing inside Poison, medicine, it is all the same Fading away, slipping away, inside I hide Bruised and battered from the fall Crushed …