Beatrice Marcella.
Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer. Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the sea…… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Drinking alone. Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard, and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
The Lilac wine. 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can… Continue reading