I hope I make it till the Spring.
(I lost two brother’s to suicide 1987-1988. I learn to be kinder and hold silence when anger appear. I keep a wide open door for family today. Sometimes we learn too late to… Continue reading
(I lost two brother’s to suicide 1987-1988. I learn to be kinder and hold silence when anger appear. I keep a wide open door for family today. Sometimes we learn too late to… Continue reading
Sweet whispers and dreams of paradise in your eyes. The voice of Leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman in a new journal. Sweet offering of love… Continue reading
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is all we got. Love for your lover, family and life. Give us reasons to be alive. Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms. We would make love till the morning lights appears. I was intoxicated… Continue reading