Wild heartsA Poem by Coyote Poetry (Taking chances, writing in different directions. ) 1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzleand we shared our wildest dreams.We talked and we used twisted… Continue reading
1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a wild eyes woman who wanted to… Continue reading
The sweetest gift.. In is noon on Sunday and our bodies are wrapped together, your warm skin against my skin, my arms encircling you and I am falling into the sweetness of your… Continue reading
The Jazzy Thursday… The jazz is best on Sunday night in Austin, Texas. Less people roaming the city and the Jazz men are playing their song sweetly and so damn good. The Thursday… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just like a hurricane from hell.You twisted my world from a lonely existence to… Continue reading
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We… Continue reading
Cherry wine.. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
When will we seek peace, not separation? 1- Me and my soldiers found 24 bodies in a river in Bosnian. Just old people, women and children. Me and my soldiers body bags them.… Continue reading
