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The Lost American
A Tender Touch & A Shade of Blue
Michael Lee Johnson The Lost American is about
one man's journey into exile over the Viet Nam
war many years ago, his struggle, his survival,
his road to recovery & strength manifesting
itself through his prose & poems. Standing firm
with conviction for the ages!
57 pages, 8.5" x 11"
Paperback $11.95
Download $5.00
http://www.lulu.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/936633
United States
© 2007
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Michael Lee Johnson — Poet,
Itasca, Il
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Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca,
Illinois. He is the author of
The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom. He has also published
two chapbooks of poetry. He has been published in USA, Canada, New
Zealand, Australia, Scotland, Turkey, Fiji, Nigeria, Algeria,
Africa, India, United Kingdom, Republic of Sierra Leone, Nepal,
Thailand, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, Finland, and Poland internet
radio. Michael Lee Johnson has been published in more than 240
different publications worldwide. |
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Harvest Time
A
Métis Indian lady, drunk,
hands blanketed over as in prayer,
over
a large brown fruit basket
naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard
inside - approaches the Edmonton,
Alberta adoption agency.
There're only spirit gods
inside her empty purse.
Inside, refrained from life
with
a wine sap apple wedged fruity
like
a teaspoon of autumn sun
inside the infants mouth,
a
shallow pool of tears form there
swell like melons in infant
native blue eyes
the
beginning, or the end
of
harvest time?
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Cat Purrs
Soft nursing
5 solid minutes
of purr
paw peddling
like a kayak competitor
against ripples of my
60 year old river rib
cage--
I feel like a nursing
mother
but I'm male and I have
no nipples.
Sometimes I feel afloat.
Nikki is a little black
skunk,
kitten, suckles me for
milk,
or affection?
But she is 8 years old a
cat.
I'm her substitute
mother,
afloat in a flower bed of
love,
and I give back affection
freely unlike a money
exchange.
Done, I go to the
kitchen, get out
Fancy Feast, gourmet
salmon, shrimp,
new work day begins.
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