When my war is over.
When my war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends’ faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
When my war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends’ faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
So cold. She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin; I need to know you wild… Continue reading
A dangerous world. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number thirteen.) 1- Palestine, Lebanon, Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar, Iran, Nigeria and more places. The children live with death near. At any time. Bullets… Continue reading
Dear Andrea. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading
Leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter Day, and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading