The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I… Continue reading
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrue love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great beauty with… Continue reading
Maybe right or maybe wrong? I told the kind lady, the pretty one. I am at the right place my sweet heart. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone and I… Continue reading
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. (Chapter eleven.) Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seems dreamy and perfect… Continue reading
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one.. She wanted Paris and I wanted her… Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were.. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Quotes from London, Dryden and me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I love to read Dryden and London. Here are some quotes and thoughts.” Quotes from London, Dryden and me… “Marriage is dead, when… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote PoetryWe need more friends and good conversation.. The poet, the dancer and the artist…… Continue reading
The days of freedom.. Yesterday was the first cold days of Winter. I closed the doors and I closed the windows. I didn’t allowed the air of Winter to freeze the house. I… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love.. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
