Magnolia,
Lobos Marinos,
Flowering sea wolves.
Cabrillo,
Capistrano,
Avenues of cheese.
The roads,
Names in my life,
Meaning of my world.
Lake Shore Drive,
Meadow Ridge Circle,
English came late.
Where lived has merit,
Names have meaning,
Meanings unknown,
Life unknown.
James Strauss was born into a Coast Guard family during WWII. He’s lived in four countries and twenty-seven states, in places from South Manitou Island in Michigan to Honolulu, Hawaii.
He’s held a variety of positions in many careers, from being a Marine Corps Officer wounded in Vietnam, a college professor in anthropology, a CIA team leader in the field and more recently as a screenwriter and novelist, along with publishing a Lake Geneva, Wisconsin newspaper.
James has published three novels; The Boy, The Bering Sea and The Warrior.
February 21, 2016
Names, like songs, leave an impression. Very nice, James!
February 22, 2016
I agree and thank you as always for commenting, Katie.
I noticed a 404 message on your website, ktbryan.net?
February 21, 2016
James I enjoyed your poem it’s something how 1 single word can bring back so many memories of a particular time in your l8fe
February 22, 2016
We are strange creatures and operate in unique ways. Always appreciate your input, Daniel.
February 21, 2016
Enjoyed the unique spin on things/names that have touched you in your lifetime…
February 22, 2016
So many subtle things can impact our lives.
Your visit and comment are appreciated, Sally