My enchantress. Letters to Marcella Beatrice. Letter number one. Dear Marcella Beatrice. I do miss you so and you broke my heart at the airport. I know you need your home, Florence and… Continue reading
Cecelia, be my love. “Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
My lady.. Written in 1982. My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to… Continue reading
The vinegar and the sweet wine.. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye andyou… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
Lake Gichigana Once free land held a great nation, the first people lived in peace with the forest, the rivers and the big lake. Lake Gichigana was kind to the original people. The… Continue reading
He never left Michigan.. Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I walked… Continue reading
A canvas of you. A pretty gal sat with me, holding my hands and I told her. You are my extraordinary gal. You love the sea, you love the ancient writers and you… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
I adored you.. I loved you near and afar. I loved your soft voice and beautiful face. I stood near you, and we held hands, and we shared drinks. We traveled California highway… Continue reading