Ancient floors…
Ancient floors… In the mirrors of time.Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better.The broken roads leave me spiraling in the memories of… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance….
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived.” The Gypsy dance… Late at night on the Monterey… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur…
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur…. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading