A wing and a prayer…
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
Originally posted on You Lil Dickens:
The Island of Misfit Toys allows us to imagine that maybe our flaws are actually just uniqueness misunderstood. Band aids and boo boos not kissed Toys with…
Write on me… The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
You wanted Paris and I wanted you. “Night conversation” Best talks are when the moon is out and time in not be counted. She wanted Paris and I wanted her.- Chapter one…. Her… Continue reading
Water and fire… I told the Irish beauty in the tavern In Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It will burn strong and… Continue reading
Break me…. Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Originally posted on E.D.:
Gerd Altmann, digital image from Pixabay, 2015, Pixabay License Christmas is only 4 days away, and though I have not been able to sit down before now to…
The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and… Continue reading