Please take my hands, please take my heart.
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Monterey. Love glances and stolen kisses.
Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey. The sea was his last dream. January isn’t the perfect time for the… Continue reading
My Michigan dream.
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry.I am here,I shall never leave you,when the chills of the night come,I shall keep you warm and safe.You are my love,my reason to… Continue reading
No mercy.
No mercy. You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward me. I… Continue reading
Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
The nightingale song.
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
The Coyote song.
he Coyote song, lest we forget…. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
The September song.
September song. Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean. I dreamed of the Texas highway 35.… Continue reading
The untold story.
The untold story.. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading