Fever.. And a beautiful Halie Loren song.
Fever.. I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and your dangerous smile. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Love letters. Part two. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Love letters — part two. My sweet love. We may be foolish, wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want..
You can’t always get what you want.. Johnnie and Suzanne were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
The stranger song..
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
Big Sur. May 2018.
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Old Monterey and Hemingway..
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we watched… Continue reading
The mountain small city. Idyllwild, California.
The mountain city.. Slow and easy pace in the mountains. Time to think and reflex on life, The mountain is a wise teacher. Better to be mountain, then a running river. Good to… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s Cafe in San Diego.
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego.. ( I need a year in San Diego to write my book. These photos. May 2018.) Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing… Continue reading
I didn’t know..
I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading