Just whispers to the Lake Huron..
Just whispers to the Lake Huron… You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me. Johnnie, I can’t wait no-more for you. You have no love you need to embrace.… Continue reading
Just whispers to the Lake Huron… You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me. Johnnie, I can’t wait no-more for you. You have no love you need to embrace.… Continue reading
The war ending and I arrived home in the Winter of 1992. I found you again. Old friend had your phone number and I called to see if you remembered me? I called… Continue reading
Michigan is paradise in the Summer. Nature is alive and the days are long and wonderful. No schools for the kids, days at the beach and the lazy days of Summer. A blessing… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss,… Continue reading
(Johnnie was young once. On the Iraq border in 1992.) The damn road…. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips… Continue reading
We will learn to accept less and forget who we were.. Mother Winter was here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed… Continue reading
Dear Clinton Michigan… You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful.The Monterey sea will… Continue reading