“Utopia of the pen and the paper”
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the… Continue reading
hkong71(Thank you Tumblr) lovely1969Source: Legs She was enjoying the first warm day of Spring. Barely cloths and knowing she was driving me mad. I watched her read her book. My eyes worshiping… Continue reading
Lucky child (Books make friends of people we do not know.) I read Thomas Buergenthal book today. A man who survived Aushwitz and he went on to be a man of great honor.… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. My small books of thoughts What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days… Continue reading
Dark Interludes “Home” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter. I hope you enjoy. Home Julie brought me into the small apartment. It was lightly furnished and had a small kitchen. It… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Katie thoughts” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You can return to where you begin. You become blinded by things you cannot have.… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely.… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
The planet give us great beauty … Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter fifteen. California A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Last chapter. Take two people to know real peace. Loneliness is a desperate time. California Lana was very content. The… Continue reading