Bang, bang… You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue, we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You… Continue reading
What do we have left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts turned into words. What do we have left? (Take away love, and Earth is our tomb.) Robert Browning Joy and love.… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading