On the thread of a word…
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a… Continue reading
If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her. I… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
My sea love Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love She poured the tequila and she told me I was the only one. I whispered to her, to the only one I’m holding tonight and I kissed… Continue reading
Please drink of me, my love I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and… Continue reading
If it be, your will ” The flame of love You were the prettiest flower in the garden and I brought you close and I stole a kiss. I told you, dear lover.… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying, lying, needing, bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love… Continue reading
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading