He never left Michigan… Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading
A Spring day.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) The maiden of spring had blessed us. The warm day of Spring is here and the sun is blessing us. I… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan again.. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading