The darkest days.
The darkest days (Johnnie returned to Big Sur, older and grayer.) Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big… Continue reading
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One tine soldier.
One Tin soldier. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart; love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake.
Sin is sin, till we partake. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin becomes a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. Part one.
Two steps from hell. Part one. In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the… Continue reading
The Texas jazz, I do need.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons.
The songs of the seasons. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.The water is sick with… Continue reading
The war, the blood and the gun.
The war, the blood and the gun. No-one is screaming for the child of war. They have known only blood and the sound of war. Who do we blame my friend? War is… Continue reading
You and me?
You and me? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told… Continue reading
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
Sins of our father.
(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading