(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
Just might. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She told me in my wanting hears. Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
Let it be me…. (Remembering dear Joey. Now a angel in heaven. Rory and Joey.) You are my old song, my new song. You are my place to rest sweet love.I want to… Continue reading
Swiftly love can come. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love can go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sun dress of white showing soft… 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
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
Dear Gail. She was my sea dancer; she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and trying to… Continue reading