Katie wrote to me.
Katie wrote to me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote to me.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understands and hold tightly to. The… Continue reading
Tag Archive: creative-writing
The tarot cards.
A Story by Coyote Poetry “We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.” The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I… Continue reading
Spin the bottle.
Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading
Sometimes, we must loan and steal kisses..
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need the… Continue reading
Bare and true..
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading
Katie wrote..
Katie wrote A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The wisp and grasps of… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance..
The black night and the shadow dance… A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
Letters and promises..
Letters and promises.. You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me.—Dear Johnnie.. I… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss..
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
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