The twisted city. Chapter twelve. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry People are not born monsters. They are taught to become monsters.. The twisted city. Chapter twelve… (People are not born monsters. They are taught… Continue reading
She danced by the lights of the candles.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1992 and rewritten in 2018 She danced by the light of the candles… I sat by the bay.Watched the… Continue reading
The Pacific.. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt… Continue reading