We shall live, we shall know tears and we shall know laughter.. Hello April, the cold Winter is almost done. I am far-away from where I belong. Once, Spring was the days of… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin.. We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading
You are my story.. Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
Grandfather’s roses.. My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she is… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Youth flies away. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter two. … Continue reading