Originally posted on innocence abroad:
some grey dayswhen my soul isconsumed with wanderlusti remember ourbelated birthday dateat the sidewalk cafeand the scooter ridethrough crowded streetsi suppose we talkedand laughedthere in the warmthshaking off…
Originally posted on Don MacIver; Poet:
Photo by James Marcom on Unsplash A love prose… ~ I walked along a wooded pathway, quietly echoing better times as branches and leaves rustled in a wandering wind tallgrass…
California Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen, once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s… Continue reading
Originally posted on Lucy's Works:
dreams in the Sahara insanity in the flamenco acedia, I linger in the ocean floor, stripped in fertile silence as frost knows death better than I. the…
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
A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite A mad man… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading
