The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory-… 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
The saga of Veronica- part three- Mistress love… Mistress love was in her eyes, mistress love was in her voice. We waltzed near the Spanish sea and she held me tightly. He knew… Continue reading
Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled You and I, my beautiful Veronica. We have entangled our hearts in the dangerous game of love. We fell into a bondage of love without the mercy… Continue reading