Fallen Angels…
Fallen Angels.. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
Fallen Angels.. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and… Continue reading
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