California.
California. Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen. Once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s silence.… Continue reading
California. Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen. Once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s silence.… Continue reading
I have no regrets (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regret. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes. (You allowed me to love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are not near. I yearn to hold your hands,… Continue reading
If I knew. I would of loved more and said less. Sweet memories slip into my mind of us.Two people loving and holding tight like it was our last moment. I remember walking hand… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m so alone. I have learned to accept less.I have learned. Dead love is no love. I drink the bloody… Continue reading
Old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove and you can see the Pacific Ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He write words into a black notebook.… Continue reading
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time. We were near heaven and we almost knew love. I remember you… I wrote to my… Continue reading