A wisp of a thought..
A wisp of a thought.. Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to… Continue reading
A wisp of a thought.. Pretty girl sat alone. She moved her pretty legs slow and easy. He watched the legs moving and I adored her pretty face. He turned back to… Continue reading
My birthday poetry… 1- Today, I am 65 years old. I will wander to the Sunflower festival in Michigan for the day of my birth. I am older and maybe wiser? My birthday… Continue reading
The twisted city. Chapter twelve. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry People are not born monsters. They are taught to become monsters.. The twisted city. Chapter twelve… (People are not born monsters. They are taught… Continue reading