Love had no pride…
Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Windmills of your mind… Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind, so… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry” Some places can call you home, where you can feel safe and sound.” The Iron Mountain song…. I have finished my journey and I drove… Continue reading
Have mercy… Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all night… Continue reading
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Slowly, she traced the smooth edge of the top curve of her steamy cup. Smooth, it was, under a fingertip that had felt his lips, soft to…