Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. It was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal; I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
The Monterey coastline to Big Sur. From Monterey to Big Sur. The free sea is for us to see. A place to learn to dream and swim in the beauty of the Pacific… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
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
The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading