Passing through..
Passing through.. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
The Seven Sisters of England…
The Seven Sisters of England.. Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The Seven Sisters of England,… Continue reading
The desert song.. Some California Desert poetry and photos.
The desert song Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open your… Continue reading
Pacific Ocean. The Ocean song. Some photos.
Pacific Ocean.. Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote
Monterey Fishing Wharf..
Monterey Fishing Wharf.. ( I need a year in Monterey to write my novel.) The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach.… Continue reading
You are my ocean and some Monterey photos.
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free.I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt thesafety of her power and strength.Today… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not..
Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we stealing or borrowing? Is… Continue reading
Amie do, Amy does..
Amie do, Amie does.. Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh Fall sweet honey.She told me. If you want me.You must leave your tomb and find me.A divided heart… Continue reading
I dreamed the world was silence. Some war poetry.
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading
Free bird..
Free bird.. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading