“Like a whisper”
Like a whisper A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Like a whisper (This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way… Continue reading
Daily Archive: March 5, 2017
Except smell
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
I did not speak your language until I learned in the dust of play communicating with shapes and funny faces then I understood more until giving away who I…
The season of love -part three
The seasons of love We left the tavern and she held my hand tightly and the night was warm. She took me to the Boebingen lake. We sat by the lake in a… Continue reading
The seasons of love-part two
The seasons of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story. Chapter two- The seasons of love Sheena left me in early September. The last days were filled a combination of… Continue reading
The seasons of love
The seasons of love (The first chapter) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights… Continue reading