Love is love.
Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
Dog days of early Winter. Photos
I adopted a puppy named Sergeant. Pitbull/huskie combination. The dog days of Winter ain’t so bad now. 4 months old. At five weeks old. A Fall Day. Sergeant does love the cooler days.… Continue reading
Like a willow tree.
The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep me steady. Beautiful… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet.
The ankle bracelet A Poem by Coyote Poetry Simple items can take us to good times and days. The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren.
Purgatory Inn. Conversation with a Siren. Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn never closes and always entertaining. Tonight, I… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams.
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Once I was lost. A kind young woman saved me. Wildflowers dream (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny,
The threads of life. Fate and destiny A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life leave no guarantees. Must take chances. Like we are walking upon tender threads that easily break. The threads of life.… Continue reading
Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
I will take care of you.
I will take care of you.. In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading
You are my treasure.
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading