Whiskey drinking woman.. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.) 1- Anymore, nevermore, forevermore. Will we seek less? Will we seek more? We play catch and release holding the whiskey glass, so… Continue reading
A letter… I wrote you a letter. Just words to be read. I wanted you to know. You are my everything. My mystery to try to understand and comprehend. I know you have… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Praying to Saint Clara de pobre near Lake St. Clair. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) I went to Lake St Clair on a warm Spring day. I went to… Continue reading
Grandma’s hands. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-one.) Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the… Continue reading
Kindness.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger… Continue reading
A Spring day.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) The maiden of spring had blessed us. The warm day of Spring is here and the sun is blessing us. I… Continue reading
