Monterey, California… I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. “You can’t go back and you can’t kill the memories.” I was young once and I loved the sea, I… Continue reading
The Lazy days I love our lazy days, no place to go, no place to be. The barefoot days, the beach days. Where we walk the beach at 5 am, drink coffee at… Continue reading
The dance of Delia. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one.” Tongue is Sea From the dark comes the lightFrom the words you write Light is energyLike your love for me Your spoken… Continue reading
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
She is free now.. —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading