Wonderful poetry for love. Please read and enjoy.
The darkest days (Johnnie returned to Big Sur, older and grayer.) Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to… Continue reading
What have we done? A child will die someone for the cost of oil, land and religion. Who is wrong? Who is right? Children and women are being killed, great ancient cities being… Continue reading
When the war is over ————————————————————————————————————– I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My… Continue reading