The rising sun
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Pacific Ocean Some noises are beautiful. The song of the Monterey Bay. Singing seals. Blessings for the lucky. Coyote
Big Sur No internet, no phone calls. No worries had followed, Me and my old friend had gathered again. Thank you Pacific Ocean and Big Sur. Always a wonderful place and day… Continue reading
Big Sur Perfect landscape painted by God’s hands. Ocean, sand and the green earth making perfect painting. Lucky eyes can appreciate the blessing of the kind gods. Coyote
Looking for Hemingway I am in Monterey. Hemingway chair and face is gone. But I feel his present. He told be to order a double of Irish whiskey, find a sassy girl.… Continue reading
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time. A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading
The desert song Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry from 1993 with a re-write The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your… Continue reading