Who are we? What did I become?
Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch” He found a safe place in… Continue reading
Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch” He found a safe place in… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
Black as the night.. Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading
Always on my mind… Love alive or concealed, leave us wishing for things lost.Beautiful faces and places leave us yearning for things we cannot have. I remember you. Your long and sweet kisses… Continue reading
My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur.We had the half moon above us andI saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes.I tossed you into a swirl… Continue reading
Softly we shall go… Softly we shall go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we want more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need shoeless days, we need… Continue reading