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
Me and my beautiful Gail sought to test life, we sought to dance with the Winter storms. We found our place of peace at Big Sur, I called her my North Dakota hurricane… Continue reading
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry… 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
You damn poets seek the dirt of life, love reasons to be drunk and you love writing to dawn every night. You need excuses to cry to paper. Johnnie, Johnnie. Please come with… Continue reading
In the dark, dark things are near. When we seek darkness, darkness can find us. It was Friday the thirteen and the things hidden, are near.. Dancing Coyote