Please show me the face…
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… 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
We are born to live A Poem by Coyote PoetryToday matters. Do one thing, you enjoy. We are… Continue reading
The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs,… Continue reading
Originally posted on Aubrey's Arch:
Self Evident, …super sure That’s what I was looking @ & yes ~on House Square Feet being big · I want you to respect that Woman, see things…
I overlooked the orchid… I overlooked the orchid while searching for a rose. The orchid I overlooked was you. The rose that I was searching for was proved to be untrue. The orchid,… Continue reading
Like a river…. I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading
Be kind, listen and be humble…. We are in the company of death always; I told the young writer. Don’t rush through life. Life moved fast enough. Find time to sit on the… Continue reading
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist, and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading