She used to love me a lot   I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress,… Continue reading →

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They say that I am drunk Little do they know that Not a single drop of liquor Touched these lips ever But the two drops of nectar That…

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in an emotion where I won’t… Continue reading →

  Holy as love   Holy as love   I whispered to her on the Austin, Texas dancehall floor. You smell so good, like wildflowers  on a Spring day. My beloved, we meet… Continue reading →

Deserve   Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something we can’t be… Continue reading →

The shadows are dancing   She told me, dear poet. Your love isn’t dead, your love is sleeping. She was a perfect North Dakota girl dancing with a Michigan boy in the city… Continue reading →

(Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.)   Drunk man calling   It is 3 am in the… Continue reading →

(Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”)     Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a… Continue reading →

Nothing left to lose     I lay in the silence of the deadening silence. All my dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer.… Continue reading →