Written (Johnny Cash flair)

I've written poetry, mini-stories and erotica as long as I can recall. I'm older now. This trip around the sun is late November. I'm on this app. doing my impressions of Johnny Cash. The post June Carter version. Because my June is now gone. Somehow I survive. I still see beauty in women's motion and love the red flushing cheeks. When I catch them wandering womanly. Then Hope's consistent, beckons me to scribe of love's fresh dawn. The writing jaunt has begun. With that Johnny Cash flair.