We become, who we supposed to be…. Chapter one.. I befriended a 30-30 once. I cleaned her five-time daily and I drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey. I wrote dead-man poetry and I didn’t… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best days of a life. When love is being born.” Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace… My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
Flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive. (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell… Continue reading