Hello again. For my dearest Peggy…. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… 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