Black laced pen.
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? Love or hate? Stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? Love or hate? Stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
Like this. 1- If someone ask you. Is love real? Tell them hold a small baby and watch their face. Watch their eyes and see the energy of hope in their eyes. The… Continue reading
Please my kind friend, go easy on me. 1- Once you were my fairytale wish. We shared kisses, we shared passion. We were fearless my dear Julie. Somehow, I scare you away from… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Life is sweet, death is sweeter. (When you lose your brothers to suicide. So many questions shall never be answered.) Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading