Just a Black Velvet lullaby…
She is free now.. —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss,… Continue reading
1- We can soar freely like powerful hawk into the morning sky. We can stand on the great mountains and we can dance with the clouds. We can seek the sea and we… Continue reading
A bloody Mary.. A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
I was condemned after I saw your face.. I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom, anda pretty lady sat alone, on a barren road on the back… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle… I remember you, I remember us.You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same moment.You… Continue reading