Piece by piece…

Piece by piece… I remember my father. He tried his best and he couldn’t win. I remember my mother. She lost her way a few times and she always got back-up. We are… Continue reading →

The dance…

Ancient floors…

Ancient floors… In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed.Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of kind… Continue reading →

Highway poetry…

Highway poetry-short poemsA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.. Wander or slowly die.. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I… Continue reading →

Leftover wine…

Too old to die young…

Hemingway’s whiskey…

Hemingway’s whiskey…  Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading →