Tattoos
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my… Continue reading
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me, do you like my… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt… Continue reading
Artwork in the California desert Hidden beauty, never forgotten. Coyote
Landscape Forget me not and please remember me always. I remember you. You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert. Your body, perfect landscape to discover… Continue reading
Monterey Wharf The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach. The Monterey Wharf, free sample of clam chowder and kind faces.… Continue reading
Looking for Hemingway Looking for Hemingway It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in… Continue reading
California poetry, Write down your wishes and prayers (A small store in Monterey had a box for prayers. I liked the idea.) Simple life need, just enough. If we take more than… Continue reading
California mountains No factories, kind people. Open country and a million acres of forest. No rushing, slow pace. This is what life should be. Coyote
A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again and you were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading