The Coyote song, lest we forget.
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
Lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Everything had it’s time. 1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading