You are my masterpiece…
You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart…
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 80.
Big Sur, California. Highway 80. (My new story had begin. I hope it become worthwhile.) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from… Continue reading
Wait for the new music
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer..
Michigan photos- Lake St. Clair
The Michigan Spring First warm day of Spring today. The sun is bright, nearing seventy degrees. My world is quiet and the warm day tempt me to find, a hidden… Continue reading
Jack Kerouac- Two of his books to listen to.
Happy Wednesday. Two of great books of my youth. I hope everyone is keeping busy and being safe.
Reach Out
Originally posted on Debbie Gravett:
I don’t live alone, but I am so grateful to my friends that have reached out to check in on me the last few days. I reach out…
Ride- I am ready to go anywhere.
(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.) Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget.… Continue reading
Edgar Allan Poe, Salinger and Hemingway
Happy Tuesday, my friends. Some nice things to be read. Be careful and be safe.
We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once A pretty gal from Italy told me by the Monterey Bay, “the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading