The healing, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
The healing, the sunflowers. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands. She told me often. Johnnie, Johnnie.… Continue reading
Delicate wings A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people are more tender than others. Delicate wings…. Beautiful Lizzy, please allow me in. I asked her near our sea.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous. Kind women are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and mind have… Continue reading