The darkest days….
The darkest days A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to… Continue reading
The darkest days A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to… Continue reading
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“Collecting Sunsets” by Conal Gilliland – – – “Collection” by Harrie Costello -for you A post card sent from far away, A letter given just to say,…
You get, what you deserve… We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked into her… Continue reading
My midnight dancer….. A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading