Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading →

 Almost love in California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading →

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.                   We become, who we suppose to be.. I was station at Fort Ord,… Continue reading →

Nightbirde….. I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading →

 Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies… Once I was free, once I didn’t slumber in living. I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific. The rhyme and song of… Continue reading →

We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two.                    We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading →

We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one.                     We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading →

Black as the night…. Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and womanly perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading →

Black as the night… I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading →

Thank you Nightbirde, dear Jane Marczweskie. Please listen to her and we can learn. Seek happiness, not misery.