The mask…
The Mask… (I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger. He wore a mask of the devil. Was I the devil or was the devil, I.) The mask she wore, wasn’t… Continue reading
The Mask… (I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger. He wore a mask of the devil. Was I the devil or was the devil, I.) The mask she wore, wasn’t… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in Michigan… A Poem by Coyote Poetry August poetry. The prettiest gal in Michigan.. (August poetry ) I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and… Continue reading
A wisp of a thought.. Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to… Continue reading
My birthday poetry… 1- Today, I am 65 years old. I will wander to the Sunflower festival in Michigan for the day of my birth. I am older and maybe wiser? My birthday… Continue reading