Just words…
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there… Continue reading
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there… Continue reading
Your face My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you, allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes, be blessed with the sweetness of… Continue reading
Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading
Great poetry shared.
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… Continue reading
A evening blessing, you are My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery… Continue reading
Think big Think big my child, be brave in dreams. Reach for the sun, touch the stars. Swim in the long river, waltz with the dangerous sea. Love many, dance many… Continue reading
Originally posted on Wayfaring Sarah:
Hello friends! Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day on Salt Spring Island and a perfect opportunity to record this traditional version of the English folk song – Scarborough…
Wild horses- Introduction A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A writer and a painter discussing life and things. … Continue reading
You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and… Continue reading