A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea, fresh and cold, bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading