She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Paris nights.
Paris days and nights. Chapter four. We took a taxi the Hotel Devillas. I picked the hotel because it was in walking distance of the River Seine. Had many places Katie wanted to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Travel
Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming..
Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise. A beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
The hanging tree..
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
Wildflowers dream..
Wildflowers dream.. (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Pfeiffer beach. Morning glory..
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Remember freedom isn’t free.. For July 4th.
Remember freedom isn’t free. July 4th is coming. We need leaders in integrity, honor and selfless service.. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good… Continue reading
Morning glory..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I… Continue reading