New York city. Part two. Central Park.
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
(Amazing advice given. A amazing Poet shared her wisdom, thank you Sugar Plum for allowing a re-post)) Seeds -the inner desire to write ~ A Chapter by Sugar Plum ♥ writing, seeds, desire,… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning… Continue reading
(A amazing writer wrote her thoughts on my favorite subject.) About writing -1- A Chapter by Sugar Plum ♥ My thoughts and observation on the process of writing There is no simple or… Continue reading
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred… Continue reading
So beautiful A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry. Good dreams. So Beautiful (Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up… Continue reading
It is Thanksgiving. I hope you have time to spend with your family. Remember the soldiers and the needy. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled… Continue reading
The red dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memory become better with time. The red dress The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this… Continue reading