A wing and a prayer…
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club… Continue reading
A safe place to go…. I’m dreaming of Big Sur.I’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine. The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs…. A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf.Sea shells from the coast of… Continue reading
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life… Once… 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… Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart… (April poetry number seventeen.) We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days… Continue reading