If you go away…..
If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: July, 2021
Why do we write story and poetry?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote PoetryJuly-day poetry number seven. Why do we write story and poetry?… A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”… Continue reading
Parable of Cecilia
Parable of Cecilia A Poem by Coyote Poetrya great song. Parable of Cecilia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep- Cohen’s song morning.
A thousand kisses deep…. We found love with the birth of September sweet wine and the Indian Summer of late October in Germany.You were a beauty and a sweet dream, blond hair and… Continue reading
The stranger song- A Leonard Cohen morning.
The stranger song…. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers? Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through. Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and … Continue reading
A Lake St. Clair day
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Fever…..
Fever… I told her. Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time. Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I felt… Continue reading
Beautiful Port Austin, Michigan…
Port Austin…. Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading
Louse Glück – Giardino d’estate (23)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Foto di Berty Hardy 1. Diverse settimane fa ho scoperto una fotografia di mia madreseduta al sole, la sua faccia arrossata come per un successo o un trionfo.Il sole…
Fool’s Moon
Originally posted on Dahlia Ramone:
~ Fool’s Moon ~ Indigo dreams and gossamer whispers always, I follow always, to sorrow mile after mile the path is the same oasis in the sky turns…