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About Cologne

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

A New England Poet writes Poetry, Haiku, Fables & Criticism

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I remember one wild night – too many beers – hangin’ in the Park am Eibenwald. It was lit; trees and lights dancin’ in the dark, just like the flicks I love. Oh, man, the vibes there almost got me cryin’, haha! Not gonna lie, I got so mad at some local ruffians starin’ at my shop from the pavement, but then the city whispered, “It’s all part of the story, baby!” and I just laughed it off.

Summer Escape in Lakes and Mountains of Tirol