A wild bird…
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you,I need you.But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.” A… Continue reading
A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you,I need you.But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.” A… Continue reading
(Steve Hanks painting) You are my Spring blessing… Loveliest girl in my world, she drank her morning coffee and her tan bare feet moving with the morning song of the birds and the… Continue reading
A bloody Mary… A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
1- Dead man stew… Old man poetry. Poor man is dying.Was still swimming in the allusion of youth.He whispered to me. Words I would not forget.“Allah la ilah.” I watched and assisted moving… Continue reading
Old man poetry and young man poetry…. Something is wrong with me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bukowski had stole my soul…. Something is wrong… Continue reading