Now nothing remains the same…
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
The free bird..
Free bird.. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading
Cocoa beach…
Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
The heartstrings..
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading
The coronation of love
Originally posted on Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm:
A poem in Vietnamese by Tô Thùy Yên Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Art: Đinh Trường Chinh trong bao kiếp vui The coronation…
Please show me your real face…
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Come hell or high water..
Come hell or high water.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must sink or swim. I recommend swimming. Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I… Continue reading
Modern Rapunzels; Women Archetypes from FairyTales to everyday Life
Originally posted on Poetry of gems:
“WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE: RAPUNZEL”For horse thieving, kidnapping, jailbreaking, and using her hair in a manner other than nature intended!{?}REWARD.― Shannon Hale, Rapunzel’s Revenge Photo by Kseniya…
Spin the bottle..
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading