Maybe Florence, maybe Basel..
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Drinking in the night, drinking in the mornings… Some mini-poetry. 1- I love the April rain, I love the smell of April. Life seem to come alive and I awake from my Winter… Continue reading
The midnight payment … 1- We kissed and we never told. We were midnight dancers, wanting everything and more. Did we find some kind of peace in the serene night? Or did we… Continue reading
A fairytale ending A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime life is fair. We can have a fairytale ending when all things fall into place properly. A fairytale ending.. Love letters are sent andnew hope… Continue reading
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie.. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
A love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? A love letter, never send. Dear Peggy I wanted… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Even the untrue ones. Please, promise me forever.. Bashful and tender beauty rested with me on… Continue reading
Wounded Angel My sad friend.Please smile for me andstay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart andYou don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and… Continue reading
You did not leave me, my friend.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them.’ … Continue reading
The shadows.. My sister told me. “You have changed. “She told me. “You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold..” I told her,.War isn’t personal.You do what you are told… Continue reading