A old poem- Blinded. But not dead yet.
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to… Continue reading
Originally posted on All The Stories:
My first official big band gig was performed with a local rehearsal band at the Green Mill bar in a north-side ward of Chicago called Uptown. I…
Originally posted on heartwordsforpoetry:
An epic love is one we knew in our deepest heart space. A love that remained in secret, just below the surface and still does That one we don’t…
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy… We danced by the light… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra and the… Continue reading