Michigan poetry… Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. —————————————————… Continue reading
Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling… Continue reading
I want to write like Robert Greene.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found a new poet to read. They said he was mad. I want to be like Robert Greene. Lost in the… Continue reading