Fable love..
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Lest we shall forget and a amazing song.
Lest we forgot.. My old bones are sore, my eyes are weaker and the whiskey taste harder tonight. I ain’t searching for Jesus, I ain’t searching for the Devil. I have found both and… Continue reading
The daylight fading. And a amazing song.
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman in my world.
The most beautiful woman in my world…. Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Leftover wine and a beautiful Melanie Safka song.
Leftover wine… In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
Almost love in California.
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
A Monterey Summer day.. 1993.
A Monterey Summer day.. 1993.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading
Another place, another time..
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Once upon a time..
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two.
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading