The Cafe Review

by Bertie Koller grey skies & no wind at all the table set for two a candle burns at both ends amber rose & blue hold me like the puddle

by Bertie Koller in loose fitting dreams by the light of the moon silver sharp & still he nurses his wounds cold fingers work quickly on the

by Bertie Koller work your whole life for just one thing make it a song for your heart to sing you don’t need money & you don’t need god you

by Betta Rouse and we undressed. I was all over the man. He took to my hips and legs, kissed my toes, my legs, all the way to my pussy, and on

by Betta Rouse Everything was very wet. The music might have been a 1940’s sound track. We might have been on the coast of Brittany. The

by Betta Rouse your pleasure, wanted you for myself, wanted your breasts, in my hands, in my face. wanted to mouth your nipples, wanted to hold

by Carl Clay Caulkins On a Sunday I came back to my one room country shack It was late afternoon in early Spring You sat there on the

by Carl Clay Caulkins Fare thee well, Oklahoma Buick, take me west I’m blinded by the sun And just like Jesse when he was on the

by Carl Clay Caulkins Papa lies under the willow and Mama lies over the sea My jack knife lies under my pillow keeping me company Easy

by Alessandro Spinazzi You have to give up drinking (for a while nothing is forever) not to be sober but to get drunk on morning breeze and have

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