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
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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
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four.
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part two.
The lost generation.. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry When you know only shit. Can you make shit taste good? War. Is shit. The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey.… Continue reading
Angela.
Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful blue eyes.Lack of sleep and proper diet.Left her beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival.In her 21 years of… Continue reading
Dear Jennifer, I am coming home to you.
A love letter to Jennifer.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seems to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
You were my Agnes in the messy world.
Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. I remember you.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading