Dear Andrea.
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
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