My grandfather’s rose bush…
My grandfather’s rose bush My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the… Continue reading
My grandfather’s rose bush My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the… Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and… Continue reading
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island. … Continue reading
If I could, I would. First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
A beautiful day, a wonderful night (Kosinski- “We are here in the company of death.”) The raven hair beauty, she danced with the evening shadows. The sun and moon, were… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
(mariareginapittemonteiro) You are my Lake Gichigama prayer Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading
Free-falling (A unforgettable muse) Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I… Continue reading
Dear Joan Thank you dear lady of kindness, lady of peace. Beautiful and kind Joan Baez. You stood for love, today and yesterday. I love your face of today and of yesterday.… Continue reading
We get what we deserve I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading