The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading
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.… Continue reading
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.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Tatterhood:
DeviantArt Clearout So, my old DeviantArt account is the next site to bite the dust on my Net Cull. Started 7 years ago, it has remained inactive for too…
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.