Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading
Piece by piece. I remember my father. He tried his best and he couldn’t win. I remember my mother. She lost her way a few times and she always got back-up. We are… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading