Lest we forgot…
Lest we forgot… My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
Lest we forgot… My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
Angel dancing, too close to ground A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. Beautiful song. Angels dancing, too close… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes… Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading