We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart..
We danced , we loved and you never departed my heart… I’m 65-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old… Continue reading
We danced , we loved and you never departed my heart… I’m 65-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt me… Continue reading
The Monterey Wharf.. The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach. The Monterey Wharf, free sample of clam chowder and kind faces.… Continue reading
Black roses A Poem by Coyote PoetryEasy to be cold, hard to be kind. Black roses… Cynthia, eyes of stone… Continue reading
Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2018. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific… Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
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