Our legacy, some little poetry.
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry… 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
Our legacy, some little poetry. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my muse. Legacy, some little poetry… 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his… Continue reading
You damn poets seek the dirt of life, love reasons to be drunk and you love writing to dawn every night. You need excuses to cry to paper. Johnnie, Johnnie. Please come with… Continue reading
In the dark, dark things are near. When we seek darkness, darkness can find us. It was Friday the thirteen and the things hidden, are near.. Dancing Coyote
She ordered two Irish whiskeys and a cold draft beer. I left her be. The beer and the whiskey came. She tapped my shoulder and I saw she wore a necklace of dead… Continue reading
She smiled and she whispered. The paradox of life is fair. You will lose more than you shall win. You will out-live the people you loved and one day. You will add-up your… Continue reading