The gray whale..
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
The gray whale… Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table a 30/30 rifle… Continue reading
The Island. Chapter thirteen. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Do we find our proper place, one day? I wonder. The Island. Chapter thirteen. It was very late and I told Nicole. I must leave… Continue reading
The Island- chapter eleven I watched Nick wander off and I thought. A crazy and wild man. I went to the cottage and Nicole was sleeping again. She laid on the top of… Continue reading
The Island- chapter eight The two woman came to me and they embraced me. Lana told me. While we are gone, the Island wine maker shall keep you company. At the door, a… Continue reading
The Island- Part six Nicole took me to Lana. She was waiting and she was talking to a beautiful woman with wild and fierce hazel eyes and the reddest hair I had ever… Continue reading
We need kindness. Without kindness, we forget the meaning of love. The Island- part five We stood… Continue reading
The Island- part four.. I liked the Captain face. He had a ancient and kind face. He took my hands and he told me. I am glad to meet you finally. Lana told… Continue reading
The Island- part 2 Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I am a artist. I painted the artwork on the bridge, did you like… Continue reading
(Editing deeply. I hope you enjoy. Just a tale of myth and wonder. Where do the people go, after they commit suicide?) The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned… Continue reading
(We don’t need loud voice, more lectures. We need to know. Someone loved us, as-is. They love us in the good or the bad days. Kindness my friend. We must be.) Too late… Continue reading