The thing left undone. (April is poetry month. New poetry number thirty.) 1- I told my children. Never leave with anger in your voice. Come to my home and we will talk. No… Continue reading
She was black as the night. I watched her dance alone to the holy jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my… Continue reading
Dear Michigan. Promises made and promises broken, left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and… Continue reading
Your face. 1- Paint me Elegant lady told me, life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift… Continue reading
1- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she told her banished lover.Please don’t talk to me no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face turn from angel to the devil… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
A memory, a story remembered. 1- Everything. In the stillness of the night,you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.) Dear Sheena Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored. We learn to know love and I… Continue reading
