Do for love…
Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
Do for love Pretty words, long dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
A letter received in 1978. ——————- Dear John Never before I felt a… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
The Scottish girl kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading
Memorial day thoughts I left a boy, I came back a season man. I learned the drills of the soldier, befriended many good men and women. Soldiers… Continue reading
A witness to life… I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars didn’t effect me. I fought the quick… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. (California 1991) Angels, muses and sirens. Angels, muses and sirens. A… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski The silence poet read his words on the first Tuesday night of each month. Otherwise his voice is quiet, he prefer the Salinger way over Hemingway loudness. He… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed… Continue reading
The kindness of September Our Michigan home is ready for the nocturnal rest and I watched you look at the change of color with my adoring eyes. I encircled… Continue reading