What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color, the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, lady midnight…. We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” “Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that… Continue reading
Love didn’t break my heart. Life did… He told the beautiful Gypsy girl near the Monterey bay. Love didn’t break my heart. Life did. I am so tire young lady. I allowed vice… Continue reading