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 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
Pathfinders.
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. Pathfinder… There are many ways to live… 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
Payment due my friend.
Payment due my friend. I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… 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