Monthly Archive: June, 2018

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.

Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart.   She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.   Her eyes were black as… Continue reading

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A Bloody Mary

A bloody Mary   A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in… Continue reading

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‘Killing me softly

Killing me softly   You are my barefoot dream and wish. I have loved you more than anyone or anything since you came to me in your Summer dress and whispered a sweet… Continue reading

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From January Gill O’Neil:

Originally posted on everywhere leonine.:
the blues are nowhere to be found. Not tonight. Not here. No makeup. No tears. Only contours. Only curves. Each sip takes back a pound, each dry-roasted swirl…

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Some words and a photo of Big Sur.

Listen, think, speak   Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me… Continue reading

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” . . take one as needed”

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer. Becoming is Superior to Being Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne Why I live in Tucson, “. . . take one as needed.”… Continue reading

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Love letters

Love letters — part two.   My sweet love. We may be foolish, wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness… Continue reading

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Love letters never send

Love letters never send   Old man wrote a letter. He wrote “My dear love.”   What we don’t do. These are the memories that will break our heart forever. You and I.… Continue reading

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Some nature poetry and photos

Some nature poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words   Nature Poetry The mountain range, standing strong and beautiful. Art for the people who love the open and free spaces. The free… Continue reading

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Fever’

Fever   I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and your dangerous smile.… Continue reading

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