The Poet’s love-life, death and the good wine The four good friends sat near the Trujillo bay. Lawrence told them. Trujillo was touched by God. The bay and the gentle people. A blessing… Continue reading →

(The Poet’s love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story) The Poet’ love The old Poet loved the country of Honduras. He had come here often in his life and he loved… Continue reading →

Nude   You leave me breathless, with nothing to hide, evening perfection. ————————————————————————— Wildflowers   The wildflowers are jealous, with you near, become less beautiful. ——————————————————————————– Painted memories   I wrote on skin,… Continue reading →

River, I hear you call me to you, Gone are the days when I walked On your grassy banks, the wind in my hair, But still I hear your song, The air thick…

Are you a saint, my friend? I hear you saying “No” I too would say the same, I am no saint, but wait, Does perfection define a saint? No, it is the love…

The perfect morning   I told the Michigan morning sky. I believe in miracles. Pretty woman sat by the open window, she watched the city come alive. I gazed at her and I… Continue reading →

I will sing the blues for you   Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz.   The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me,… Continue reading →

Dead man walking   Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and… Continue reading →

(Idyllic place and time A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Idyllic place and time   The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and… Continue reading →

Break me   Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of… Continue reading →