If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading →

The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading →

Sweet Beulah land… Last song played for my father was “Sweet Beulah land”. Once soldier, once father and a grandfather. He saw hell and back in war, rarely knowing peace in his life.… Continue reading →

The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading →

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

I remember… (May-day poetry number five.) Old man drinking alone at the Irish Tavern and he had two drinks filled with whiskey and two cold beers. He held the whiskey and the  seat… Continue reading →

God bless the USA… (May-days poetry number four.) Old Texas man told me once. We ain’t perfect, we sometimes, we don’t get along. But we walk on the dirt of the USA. We… Continue reading →

 Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading →

I was just nineteen… 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was… Continue reading →