We become, who we suppose to be.
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three. We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at Fort Ord,… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three. We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at Fort Ord,… Continue reading
Nightbirde….. I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading