I will never leave Michigan.
I will never leave Michigan. Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
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Gypsy soul. And a lovely Ayla Schafer song.
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
The masquerade.
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and… Continue reading
Things lost, things found. And a lovely Sharleen Spiteri song.
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
Kindness.
My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger and unkind words. Love is never meanness, love is never… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey and I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write… Continue reading
The Island. Chapter 8-13.
The Island- chapter eight The two women came to me and they embraced me. Lana told me. While we are gone, the Island wine maker shall keep you company. At the door, a… Continue reading
The Island. Chapter four, five, six, seven.
The Island. Part four. The sage. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry We must find peace in our messy world. The Island- part four.. I liked the Captain face. He had an ancient and kind… Continue reading
My Fabiola. Nothing remains the same.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading