Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my wild storm.
Dancing Coyote
Dancing Coyote
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
A wisp of a thought. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I remember you. Do you remember me? A wisp of a thought…. Pretty girl sat… Continue reading