Drunk man calling
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 morning.… 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 morning.… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter seven. Good conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Ancient people can teach us how to live. Highway 80 west stories. Part eight. Conversation with new friends. The… Continue reading
Never ask a Native American the truth. You may not like the answer.
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Christina May Shanaberg left our world 8 June 2012. She was a friendly voice and friend on Writer Cafe. These are her poetry. We must allow her words to live so she will… Continue reading
Killer on the road A Poem by Coyote Poetry What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will always stay with us. Young men and woman… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading
Rules.
Beautiful Brigitte (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 34 years ago and today for my blue… Continue reading