Hemingway table…
Hemingway table… I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking… Continue reading
Hemingway table… I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking… Continue reading
Nightbirde… I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading
Three fingers of the Wild Turkey whiskey for the USA flag. Some dummy want to replace our USA flag. The flag we love and honor. I know my USA isn’t perfect and I… Continue reading
Three fingers of the Johnnie Walker. He went back to Aberdeenshire in the Fall of his life. He found a place to drink and to watch the sea. He wrote in his notebook.… Continue reading
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
A wisp of a thought.. Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to my… Continue reading
Love is four-folds and some more….. Johnnie drove to the tip of the thumb in Lower Michigan. He needed the Lake Huron song. He was tire of the city and the voices. He… Continue reading
Originally posted on Poems of a Young Girl:
Have you ever savored the most romantic tale? ‘Tis not Romeo and Juliet, Nor the day and night, ‘Tis not the rain that kisses the…
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading