Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one.. She wanted Paris and I wanted her… Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey. Gentleman Jack had become my favorite. I dreamed again last night about a soldier. I said before. I do believe in reincarnation. The… Continue reading
The twisted city. Chapter twelve. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry People are not born monsters. They are taught to become monsters.. The twisted city. Chapter twelve… (People are not born monsters. They are taught… Continue reading
The Poet’s love.– The road to Dangriga The third day at Puerto Barrio. Johnnie awoke feeling great pain and his body would not move. He tried to get-up and he fell down. He… Continue reading
The Poet’s love- The long journey to Cuidad Juarez begin. The five old friends sat together. The people of Trujillo were drinking, dancing and having great fun near. Lawrence didn’t tell them the… Continue reading
(For Susana Chavez Castillo-Mexican Poet-Please don’t forget her) The Poet’s Love- Life, God and men. Lawrence rarely talked of his wife. He had left the old days behind and forgotten. His nurse… Continue reading
The Poet’ love.. A story The old Poet loved the country of Honduras. He had came here often in his life and he loved the Honduras coastline. Trujillo and Tela had been his… Continue reading
Twisted city. Part eleven. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I have three weeks of editing left. Twisted city. Part eleven… Coyote and Tiffany walked to the Seattle pier. He told her. I will take… Continue reading
Twisted city. Part nine. He held Beatrice closely and she cupped his hands and she whispered. I am glad you are home with me. Please stay with me awhile. I am becoming lonely. … Continue reading