Almost California..
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever… Continue reading
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever… Continue reading
Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer, Dragonfly Poetry Standing underneath a grove of autumn treesthe girl and her charmscompliment each other. One can’t really tellwhere the sky beginsall that I can confess,I can… Continue reading
Originally posted on SIDEWAYS EIGHT PROJECTS:
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Powerful and wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer. I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls, signs suggesting an escape from my reality… Continue reading
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air…
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading
The word man. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must forgive ourselves before seeking forgiveness from God. Forgiveness. Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven, as in the reconciliation of Jacob and Esau in Genesis 33, after Julius… Continue reading
Originally posted on A Thing for Words:
Wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer. A Thing for Words Hello, you, the one who helped me see poetry in my life. Even the strife. I miss what you did, but now… Continue reading