I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year near the Pacific Ocean to write my novel. I hope your days… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year near the Pacific Ocean to write my novel. I hope your days… Continue reading
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky or the crazy.. We danced by… Continue reading
Dear Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… 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
“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Beatrice Marcella sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading