So it is..
So it is… 1- I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading
Daily Archive: July 18, 2025
The madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela.. I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts..
My midnight thoughts.. I am drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow and I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane..
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
The hanging tree..
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee..
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year near the Pacific Ocean to write my novel. I hope your days… Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams..
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm..
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading