Why do we write story and poetry?
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 smile.Poetry is a sigh… 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 smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
Hold me, kiss me. My beautiful Sheena, in your arms. You chase away my nightmares. When you hold me, when you kiss me. I can’t remember the sadness of yesterday. When you sing… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
Love words. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading
Monterey, California. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. You can’t go back, and you can’t kill the memories. I was young once and I loved the sea, I loved… Continue reading
Leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter day and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
Wishful hearts. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea; I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable… Continue reading
The reaper. I have played hide and see with the reaper and the fucking reaper found me in Downtown Austin, Texas. She was a pretty gal with a voice of gold. She told… Continue reading
(The poet wrote to paper. Where are you my love, sweet. He told the morning sky, do you remember? I promised you a summer waltz near the sea and I am waiting for… Continue reading