Dead man arms..
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
The crying woman A Book by Coyote PoetryMy dream writing. This tale came to me in my dreams. Not a kind story. We shall learn, no free money or free gifts. Everything demand payment.… Continue reading
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. I believe second poem published somewhere.) I don’t remember how you looked…. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe… Continue reading
Texas bars and Texas women (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading