Easy on my mind.
Easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you, my friend. Who are… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee .
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
Rebirth.
(Corporal C. in 1992.) Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth… Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras… Continue reading
The Texas jazz, I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days.
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
You are always on my mind.
You will always be on my mind. The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
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 were so… Continue reading
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading