Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading
If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her. I asked,… Continue reading
She had wildflowers in her hair Spring sweet Spring. Your gentle warm days make me come alive.Sitting with the wildflowers and swimming in old memories.I remembered a barefoot beauty taking me the hidden… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts about life. Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels.… Continue reading