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 | Michael Lee JohnsonMichael Lee Johnson is a freelance writer and poet, who has had over 240 poems published in over 110 journals and online publications. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc and Directory of American Poets & Fictions Writers: pw.org/directory. He has been published in the United States, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Nigeria, India, and the United Kingdom. The Lost American is about one man’s journey into exile over the Vietnam War many years ago, his struggle, his survival, his road to recovery and strength manifesting itself through his prose and poems. Mr. Michael Lee Johnson lives with his best friend, Nikki, the cat, and is content to be living in a small suburb of Chicago. | |
| | | | | | next | | Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) by Michael Lee Johnson Keeping my daily journal diary shortthese sweet bird sounds lost-reviews January through March.Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.Skinny naked bones sparr | | | Cracker Jack Box Poem by Michael Lee Johnson I don’t wear my pocket watch anymoreit reminds me of my age, 73, soon more,outdated gadget, time hanging wheremoving parts below don’t belong nor work anymore.I don’t | | | Classic 70's Chick (V2) by Michael Lee Johnson Classic 70\'s Chick (V2) Classic 70\'s chickscent of these timesgold digger want to be. | |
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| | Saskatchewan Sky by Michael Lee Johnson Saskatchewan SkySaskatchewansky,just a preview of love,chip off | | | Crossing the Border Divide by Michael Lee Johnson Crossing that Canadian line on a visitor pass,that stretch across the border divide,that makes a torn war wound, torn man free.It made my feet new away from cinder on fresh grass.Back h | | | Lorie by Michael Lee Johnson Lorie, you want to see me clearlythrough this joy of my naked bodyavoiding the sweat of my emotions,just breathing on my neckrubbing this baseline of my groin-will not find us here | | | Tequila (V5) by Michael Lee Johnson Single life is Tequila with a slice of lime,Shots offered my traveling strangers.Play them all deal them jacks, some diamondsthen spades, hold back aces play hardball, | | | Restless Hawk (V2) by Michael Lee Johnson Restless Hawk (V2)The angels of wings are always in flightbe the devil or archangel Michael.I\'m a hawk, I\'m a night owl nightbarroom flights, fighter,seeing eyes that eye me c | | | Barely a Portrait, Images, Transitions by Michael Lee Johnson Barely a Portrait, Images, Transitions(Niles High School, Niles, Michigan) You will find her here blowing soap bubbles,chewing gum cigars, old time candy and toy ass radio | | | Arctic Chill North (V4) by Michael Lee Johnson Alberta arctic chill freezes my life in exile. | | | | next | |
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