The poet wisp…
The poet wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read… Continue reading
The poet wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read… Continue reading
Hell and heaven in the same kiss. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem with a re-write. Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are… Continue reading