The darkest days.
The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Big Sur
When love is near.
When love is near. You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming..
Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise. A beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
The madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some Big Sur poetry. The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the… Continue reading
Morning glory..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near.” Morning glory… The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and I… Continue reading
Some poetry for nature and some photos..
Some nature poetryA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Nature Poetry.. The mountain range,standing strong and beautiful.Art for the people who love the open and free spaces.The free climbers love the hard climbs and… Continue reading
A wish upon a star..
A wish upon a star(A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld dreams never fade away.) A wish.. Every night before I close my eyes.I whisper your name to the Pacific ocean and the raising moon.… Continue reading
Big Sur a-dreaming..
Big Sur a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2. A small path will lead you to paradise, a beach not safe for swimming.… Continue reading
The Madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
Yearning eyes..
( April is poetry month. This was never published. Written in 2017. Poem number eight for April. Yearning eyes.. A beautiful and sacred morning led me to you. You were California beautiful and… Continue reading