She smiled and she whispered. The paradox of life is fair. You will lose more than you shall win. You will out-live the people you loved and one day. You will add-up your… Continue reading
The godly man tapped my glass, drank the whiskey and he smiled. He told me. Whiskey, Texas girls and sin, Johnnie. You love trouble and when you find trouble. Trouble will find you… Continue reading
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading