Daily Archive: June 24, 2024
The landscape of the perfect place…
THE LANDSCAPE OF PERFECT PLACE… I understand the difference between the light and the dark.I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate.Even if my eyes were blinded and my heart… Continue reading
Never dance with the devil…
Never dance with the Devil.. You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading
Celestial beauty..
Dancing Coyote
If I were the king of the forest…
If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and… Continue reading
Just words…
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel…
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair…
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair… I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading