The reaper.
The reaper. I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
The reaper. I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
Highway 80 called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the long highway. Highway 80 called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow, I got… Continue reading
Poetry for dear Cheryl.. 1- We were leftover people and we became so damn lost. We sought each other to seek and know comfort and we didn’t know. We forgot kindness, we became… Continue reading