The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces… Continue reading
Please come to me on a summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
You are my Spring time. Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the early June sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her… Continue reading
Six words poetry… A Poem by Coyote Poetry My attempt at six words poetry. Six word poems….. 1- Dance more, laugh more, live more…. 2- Money is heavy, Love is light….. 3- Yesterday, tomorrow,… Continue reading
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
1- Dreams.I could have touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me anymore.I didn’t know you were my fountain of hope and my muse in dreams and… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
