The heartstrings. She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
What is God? A Poem by Coyote Poetry God is in our heart. In what we say and do. God is not found in the church. It is how we look at life and… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man are just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading