Lady Mischief…
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
Drinking again…. (December poetry number two) I use to like the daylight, I use to like the sun on my face. Somewhere in time, pretty things became less pretty. Conversation became, just useless… Continue reading
Cecelia, dear Cecelia A Poem by Coyote PoetryDecember poetry number one. Cecelia, dear Cecelia… Cecelia, Cecelia. Awake my dear lover, the morning had sprung and we must find the sea with the moon falling into… Continue reading