Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLast freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                               Utopia of the pen and the paper… In… Continue reading →

Mirrored soul A Poem by Coyote PoetryMay-day poetry number fifteen.                            Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw… Continue reading →

Almost love A Poem by Coyote PoetryMay-day poetry number fourteen. Almost love… I found you letter today and I read the letter you wrote me in 1980. You took me back to a lovely… Continue reading →

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The Eden, watercolor on A3 Paper. Available for sale. So often in life we ask, chase, beg and fight for scraps of love. It took me so…

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(Two amazing videos.)  The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my… Continue reading →

 Wanderlust —                         Damn those eyes….. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading →

The lady near the sea…. A rainy and gloomy night in New Orleans in the Winter of 1992. Johnnie tried to drink away the heaviness of things left behind. He sat alone near… Continue reading →

The gin and juice lullaby… Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading →