In love with a Bonnie girl.
In love with a Bonnie girl. The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had come here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish beauty.… Continue reading
In love with a Bonnie girl. The soldier drank the Johnnie Walker whiskey in a Austin, Texas tavern. He had come here every Friday for three months to talk to a Scottish beauty.… Continue reading
A glass of whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses, and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches’ hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted… Continue reading
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
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
Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawk and the eagle.I have been in the arms of the great sea.… Continue reading
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.She told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one… Continue reading
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
Lost generation. Part three. New York City. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. “YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early… Continue reading