Why do we write?
Why do we write? Why do we paint? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet don’t cry. He write the misery… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: October, 2025
Just talk to me.
1- Just talk to me.. Afternoon quiet and midnight silence, we became. Once lovers, once friends became strangers. I don’t know who is wrong, I don’t know who is right? I told the… Continue reading
I tried.
J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Some photos and a few words.
Happy Halloween my sweeties Halloween night is coming. Goblins, ghouls and ghost are roaming. Give treats to them or become part of the trickery of the Halloween spirit. Coyote
Happy Halloween.
Halloween is tonight. Time to find the scary things. Seek candy and some fun. Be careful. In the darkness. Quiet things could be waiting for you. Coyote
Wild horses.
Wild horses.. 1- She as a blooming flower of nineteen, her eyes filled with the glittering of never-ending madness. She wanted ancient cities and aged wines. She wanted to learn the tango and … Continue reading
Blood laced pen.
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Just a slow dance.
Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me.
Nothing could stop me… Nothing could stop me from seeking you. A gentle summer breeze caressed my face, warning me of a new journey to touch.Nothing could stop me from following you, walking… Continue reading
Dear Andrea.
Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… Continue reading