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.

Thank you for stopping by. Coyote

Something is wrong with me…. Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski poem gone wrong. Bukowski told us, do what you love, even if you must be alone, you must… Continue reading →