The hills and the Apache.
The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading
The word-man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.” Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Just might. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She told me in my wanting hears. Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
Let it be me…. (Remembering dear Joey. Now a angel in heaven. Rory and Joey.) You are my old song, my new song. You are my place to rest sweet love.I want to… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. (April is poetry month. A re-write. Number eleven) In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beautiful Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell… Continue reading