She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm.
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The lonely damn night. Johnnie in Michigan, drinking alone. Listening to the good jazz and needing nothing. He liked the silence, He loved the Jazz. He went to the jazz man, and he… Continue reading
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
The last man standing.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Talk of Nuclear war again. The foolish people thinking about using the nuclear weapons. Need to watch the movie. “Mad Max.” The last man standing… Continue reading
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once businessman and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he believed… Continue reading