An apropos brew for dinner tonight because be it food or prose, I am a Poet.I made another Pho Ramen bowl. This time with a seasoned Bison steak with an Asian blend, roasted at 375° then reverse seared on all sides. I then sliced a few pieces off and...
Nine is the number of years ago That an angel appeared to me. Her light filled up the night; Where once blind, now I could see. My mind could not comprehend what my heart was allowing to be. The night turned into day, Yet I dwelled upon her...
Today at 00:24 (well, for us here in the Eastern Time Zone, at least) the Summer Solstice occurred, marking not only the longest day of the year, but the official beginning of summer. It is a time that some celebrate spiritually; for others it is merely another Wednesday. In...
This was written by my uncle, Roger Bodo, after watching the live video of the #WomenMarch to DC.
The dreamscape slowly covers the eyes like a blanket over the soul. Peaceful dreams my friends.
“The Cell”, by R Wolf Baldassarro, from Poetic Visions. http://bit.ly/2bcH9Rz
I autographed a copy of Under a Sunlit Sky yesterday and was reminded of one of my favorites. “Ghosts that Haunt Me” Turned up my collar In a cold November rain Stepped out for a walk… Thinking it would ease the pain The ghosts of what I had done...
I wrote this one night for some dear friends after hearing news that they had a major setback in their quest to have another child. I was at a loss for words, so she said to write a song. What poured out over the next 15 minutes or so...
From the villages of Michiana to Hancock; from the cities of Port Huron to Holland; and the roads that link them in between- I am the lives of Pure Michigan. The beats of techno and punk rock; the rhythm of Motown and big band; the melody of the notes...