Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of… Continue reading
Old fashion Morphine Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of peaches and tempting softness made me order a… Continue reading
Dearest Marcella I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and… Continue reading
“Bad days become less painful with time and distance. No regret.. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, 2000. I like to swim in old memory and friendship.Old friends had forgotten me.… Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy… I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father,songs of the long highways,more… Continue reading
Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella.. I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and… Continue reading
Molly Malone said… “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores to heal.… Continue reading