My Storyteller
A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
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… Continue reading
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 80. Big Sur, California. Highway 80. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending… Continue reading
If you are locked-in. Write epic poetry, write the great novel. Write a letter to a friend or family member. Time for us to create. I started to write my great novel. Keep… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Cafedog's Canteen:
We live in this world on an Inhale… We leave from this world on an Exhale… A lifetime riding the wave of Breath… ‘ Enticing atmosphere that…
You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 80. (My new story had begin. I hope it become worthwhile.) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from… Continue reading