Quiet echoes and secluded places A Poem by Coyote Poetry We will hold many penances for things done and missed. Quiet echoes and secluded places.. The coffee shop poet told the young listener.Great… Continue reading
I am thankful and Merry Christmas I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese.I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was sixty-four years old.Holding my Granddaughter.She is… Continue reading
The heartstrings. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading