Quotes from London, Dryden and me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love to read Dryden and London. Here are some quotes and thoughts.” Quotes from London, Dryden and me… “Marriage is dead, when… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote PoetryWe need more friends and good conversation.. The poet, the dancer and the artist…… Continue reading
The days of freedom.. Yesterday was the first cold days of Winter. I closed the doors and I closed the windows. I didn’t allowed the air of Winter to freeze the house. I… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love.. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words I called your name.. I called your name standing on the… Continue reading
Fall, the falling leaves… Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
Dear November.. I liked the cold days of November, slower days and the kind earth fall into deep rest. The season of Autumn, a grand teacher. We learn, grand nature will die and… Continue reading
Four lines poems. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTaking chances, writing in different directions. We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzle and we shared wild dreams. We talked and we used… Continue reading
If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
I used to be… A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I am who I am.What matters… Continue reading