Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end? Blind fury.. Is… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen.. I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, whiskey and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet at… Continue reading
Love letters not send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? Love letter never send… Dear Peggy I wanted to drop… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden. The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading