If you go away.

If you go away.. 1- We didn’t know, kind love was near, we didn’t know. Love blossom like a flower, appeared in the Spring of our life and can be forgotten in the… Continue reading

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Dear Nicole.

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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No-one comes back the same.

No-one comes back the same. 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We made no promises and I saw in your… Continue reading

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Another time, another place.

Another time, another place. We found each other in the darkest bars, and we slowed dance and kissed. I adored you and you needed me. We knew we were Spring and Winter. Never… Continue reading

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I am waiting for you by the willow tree.

An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It is my place to heal, my place to think, my place to write for 50… Continue reading

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Morning glory.

Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I was laying in my warm bed. The morning sun was peeking in my window.  Telling me raise and shine, soldier. A… Continue reading

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I am jealous of the sea.

I am jealous of the sea. Was a beautiful dusk of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading

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The madness, we knew.

The madness, we knew. You loved the  whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet nights.… Continue reading

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You can’t always get what you want.

You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Lexi were singing the Rolling Stone song. You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and Lexi… Continue reading

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The willow tree.

The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading

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