The damn road…
The damn road… It was a cold Michigan winter day in late December. I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body… Continue reading
The damn road… It was a cold Michigan winter day in late December. I awoke with my love. I kissed her face and lips and whisper “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body… Continue reading
Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry. The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry. The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Delia….. O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin… We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
Andrea….I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old sorrow had… Continue reading