Fifty shades of black. Maybe more?
Dear Sharon… I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs, please give me one… Continue reading
Dear Sharon… I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs, please give me one… Continue reading
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley,… Continue reading
He is alive and well. We still have the talented performer. He make me laugh and make my beer and whiskey taste better. I danced to his song with beautiful Texas girls… Continue reading