The pretty thing, the dangerous things.. Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter. We had Gypsy souls and… Continue reading
Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.. My friend told me. Be careful Johnnie. She is a feral cat. Can’t tame or keep in the house. She had ginger hair and eyes… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery. I like to see the eyes. I don’t… Continue reading
Two short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried learning to write poems without being epic. 1- SaviorSweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice Marcella. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one… Continue reading
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
