Passing through.
Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: October, 2025
In the field of perfection.
In the field of perfection. I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want to drink in… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere.
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
Could you? Could we?
Could you? Could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
I can show you God.
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts and things to ponder on” I can show you God. (Please question the leader who don’t want to feed the poor… Continue reading
Unwashed memories.
Unwashed memories.. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you, no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally,… Continue reading
Old San Francisco.
Old San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this… Continue reading
Lilac wine.
Lilac wine 1- She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her… Continue reading
Cherry wine. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Cherry wine… Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one.
Time waits for no-one. He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and he was fond of way she talked. She charmed him her sparkling… Continue reading