Baby Mia…
Mia… I am very lucky. My kind daughter allowed me to watch my grand-daughter, Monday to Friday. 7am-4pm. I work part-time at night to ensure I have the energy to watch her.… Continue reading
For Ukraine.. When will we have enough war?
When will we have enough war?… Once a small child on the beach. The photo broke the world’s heart. We did not learn. Russians shooting into cities, Russians shooting at public buildings. The… Continue reading
Almost lovers…Dear Bridgette..
Almost forever… Dear Bridgette. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, that was holy and so damn sweet. Tattoos on our mind and heart. “I look back in time. I remember your beautiful face and… Continue reading
~ twins
Originally posted on Leila Samarrai:
we are Layla –two nightsbacklit from withindancing with castanets of faerie claretand moon-cakes,partnered with blood-wise bats,shape-sharing crowns,throats, lamps-in-waiting,Egypt, too, (among missteps –wild Salukis, red sea hounds,wilderness bloodhounds,skillful leapers…
I remember you, do you remember me?
Poem one– Once we had the Spring days, once we knew the sweetest kisses, once I loved you and you loved me. Poem two– Yesterday girl is drinking alone, yesterday girl had accepted… Continue reading
RANDOM VIGNETTES FROM MY LIFE STORY – 11
Originally posted on My Life as an Artist (2):
BEING A WOMAN AND A MOTHER. The above photograph shows baby strollers left in a Polish railway station for Ukrainian mothers. Mothers who themselves are…
Vals prin ploaie…
Originally posted on Gânduri rebele:
Pictorul ucrainean Alexander Bolotov s-a născut și a crescut în orașul Donețk, Ucraina. A absolvit școala de artă din Donețk. Implicat în desen de la o…
Cherita 45💜
Originally posted on VIXEN of VERSE:
#cherita #Putinswar Let’s pray for peace.Pray for the souls of the dead on both sides.Pray for President Zalenskyy.Especially include President Putin in our prayers for peace.Let’s pray…
The songs of the seasons…
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall… Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary… Continue reading
The blue eyed girl…
The blue-eyed girl… “When you got nothing to lose.Can’t fall too far my friends.”I told a group of Poets outside the Monterey book store. A blue-eyed girl with hair of auburn stood her… Continue reading