Almost love in California..
( Me and Jenny in 1992. In Monterey. ) Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be.… Continue reading
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A Monterey Summer day.
A Monterey Summer day.. Written in 1996. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey and a outstanding Bukowski poem.
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Dear Monterey…
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
Monterey and Big Sur..
Monterey and Big Sur.. I need a year in Monterey and Big Sur to write my novel. The Beauty of Monterey and Big Sur will steal your heart. I need a coffee and… Continue reading
Dear Monterey…
Dear Monterey… The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart..
We danced , we loved and you never departed my heart… I’m 65-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old… Continue reading
When comes a stranger…
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
In Monterey…
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memories will catch up with us.” In Monterey… I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey…
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey… In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading