Last person standing.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten.(This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. —T.S. Eliot) Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy… Continue reading
Everything had it’s time… 1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading
He laughed at his-self and he watched the beautiful Pacific dance for him. He heard laughter and he saw a group of people. Five dark hair women and three large dark skin men.… Continue reading
I tried to memorized her face.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried to memorize her face.. She was my midnight dancer and she loved the sea. She didn’t like loud people and she… Continue reading