Soldier boy.

Young Johnnie waiting to go home.(1992 photo) (The Soldier who refuse to kill was released. He is a hero to me. You must stand for something. He did. ) Soldier boy. A father told  me.His… Continue reading

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Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.

Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading

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The damn road.

The damn road   A cold winter day in late December.  We lay together sharing sweet kisses.  Her beautiful young body pressing against me so tightly. I can hear her heart beating.  I put my… Continue reading

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Worn and torn love.

Worn and torn love.Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman.I try to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never… Continue reading

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A Bukowski poem and a poem. The loveliest woman in Monterey.

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

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Night photos of Lake St. Clair. Beautiful sky. A safe world.

A beautiful sky. Merry Christmas my friends. My mind is dancing in good memories. I tell anyone who will listen. Raising children is hard work and it is worth every minute. Lake St.… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas everyone.

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Lake St. Clair. A place to find fun and laughter. Photos.

Lake St. Clair. Beach days. Someone asked me. What would want to do more. If you could. I told them. I need more beach days with my family. I would spend the complete… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home.

Home, sweet home.. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and us soldiers, we have read every book… Continue reading

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A miracle.

A miracle..  Pale skin, hazel eyes andeloquence words we shared. You confessed small secrets andI told you some. I savored your words andwe longed and learned. To be merciful, generous.You were my miracle,I… Continue reading

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