The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. The Long Island… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- The jest of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the… Continue reading
It is okay honey. I will be alright.. I love you still.Far away or near.You have saved me with kindness and gentleness.This is what love is.No perfect love.Just us seeking some kind of… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988 and one… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful dusk of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading