The seasons of love…
The seasons of love… Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was an auburn hair beauty who stole my heart in the Early… Continue reading
The night is young and the night is long…
The night is young and the night is long, my love…. I saw you perfect in the day and I saw you wild and sweet in the early morning.You are my fire in… Continue reading
Poesy…
Poesy…. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading
I had a dream, I had a good dream…
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading