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
Originally posted on Artistic Differences Project:
– – – – – – https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/vianborchert_dyingslowly_jan282021_photography.jpg “Dying Slowly” by Vian Borchert (2021) – – – – – – https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/untitled.png “What the hell are we doing here?”…
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