Tattoos
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry A tattoo has a story. Tattoos.. The pretty lady had many tattoos on her… Continue reading
hallow (on the seventh night)
Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
(and on the seventh night) The skin between is thinningflimsy and translucentwe waitwe stifle silent screams, The hallows is openingI feel the blood withdrawwe waitthe patience of a…
Beautiful Nati Dreddd songs and poetry for the precious Scottish gal. I loved once.
A true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked me.… Continue reading
Hanging with the great Freddy Fender.. Roses are red, violets are blue.
Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red.Violets are blue andyou have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern. Pretty flowers have turned black andthe whiskey is tasting better.Your… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing..
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Heaven and hell in the same kiss..
Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell in the same kiss.. “We can die… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories.. Chapter 13-15.
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter thirteen. “Reno” I gave Lana a hundred dollars. She went for the black Jack table. I stood at the distance. She tried her best. She lost the money… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter 11-12.
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter 11. New friends Lana sat quietly for awhile. I like that she was thinking things over. She pushed the empty pie plate away and she told me. After… Continue reading
Highway 40. Chapter 9-10.
Highway 40 west stories part nine. The real truth. I got up early and I found directions to the Family History library and the Mormon Tabernacle. I ordered some coffee in the hotel… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Chapter seven and eight.
Highway 40 west stories. Part seven. Conversation with new friends. The Westerner country was getting full now. We return to our table. A older couple was sitting at the table. The man asked.… Continue reading