Never dance with the devil…
Never dance with the Devil.. You are so damn fine, yes you are. You are like Black Velvet whiskey, Straight, easy to drink and smooth as silky kisses and erotic dances at the… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Celestial beauty..
Dancing Coyote
If I were the king of the forest…
If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the cognac and… Continue reading
Just words…
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel…
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair…
She wore flowers in her hair. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good memories get better with time. She wore flowers in her hair… I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my… Continue reading
Those were the good days, my friend.
Those were the good days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel. One Earth and One people. We must get along.
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading