Bishop Briggs songs and some words.
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek… Continue reading
The word man Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word… Continue reading
The crazy ones Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading
Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question. Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading
A Sunday prayer (Our world is quiet. The coronaviras create a new world. Old world wasn’t right. We learn the hard way. Boundaries mean nothing. I pray the new world, we learn. To… Continue reading
California Johnnie hiding behind his paper and pen, once a great dreaming, once a great lover of the sea, once the wandering man, has lost his way. Now he is seeking Salinger’s… Continue reading
Leftover wine In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite A mad man… Continue reading