Poetry from Michael Robinson

A Change of Seasons It is time for a new view of the seasons in my life. As I get older and my hair turns gray and my bones crack, I get older with the passing of the seasons. Looking forward to spring as the winter snows cover my balding head, Finding refuge in the […]

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Prose sketches from Michael Robinson

City Sounds  My foster father moved to his own rhythm, tapping down the street. In the quietness of my memory I wonder what inspired him to have such a rich soul, but soul was a movement in the neighborhood.   It was the Motown Sounds that awaken my love of life: Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, Smokey Robinson, […]

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