Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red.Violets are blue andyou have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern. Pretty flowers have turned black andthe whiskey is tasting better.Your… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. “We can die… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter thirteen. “Reno” I gave Lana a hundred dollars. She went for the black Jack table. I stood at the distance. She tried her best. She lost the money… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter 11. New friends Lana sat quietly for awhile. I like that she was thinking things over. She pushed the empty pie plate away and she told me. After… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories part nine. The real truth. I got up early and I found directions to the Family History library and the Mormon Tabernacle. I ordered some coffee in the hotel… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Part seven. Conversation with new friends. The Westerner country was getting full now. We return to our table. A older couple was sitting at the table. The man asked.… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Part five. Two days in Salt Lake city. Conversation with Lana.. Me and Lana walked near the water. She would take her gloves off and feel the cold of… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Part three “Cheyenne, Wyoming” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Time and distance decreases the pain. Life teaches us life isn’t fair. Sometime we must burn to know we are alive. … Continue reading
Highway 40 west-road story Going nineties down Highway 40.The sun is dropping into the west.I drove my five hundred mile and I’m going to stop and see what I can find.Iowa City… Continue reading