My Hemingway wish   After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Steal this Poem – Poetry Blog:
by Dee Wes Kneel down and kiss her face, The earth, she is, your beautiful place. Pick up the trash, one by one, If…

(The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.)   The tarot cards   I went to an old dark carnival on a… Continue reading →

The road called me   I’m tire, so damn tired.   Somehow I got lost. I looked into the mirror and I see a bloody stranger. A ghost of a man I once… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Reowr:
The most beautiful word In the world is not love, Nor is it halcyon or hope, And neither exemption nor blessed redemption Falls into the breadth of its scope.…

      Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your… Continue reading →

Looking for my Agnes   Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took… Continue reading →

Mojo a-coming I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead?   The damn war taught me,… Continue reading →

Baby-doll     I had time, I had money and I couldn’t afford you pretty lady. You were dancing alone at the Stray cat Inn and you waved to me, to come to… Continue reading →

Originally posted on MY WALL:
Darkness Falls in the Woods ? The mind is the womb where poems die making the soul an eternal lamentation exorcising the scent of death. From the mouth…