She had wildflowers in her hair A Poem by Coyote Poetry Haunting story and memories can feel like someone else had lived it. Sometime all we have is wildflowers dreams to hold on… Continue reading
Nothing left to lose I lay in the silence of deadening silence. All dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer. I remember the first… Continue reading
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989.… Continue reading
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos and Angel wings My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you… Continue reading
Better days You were so pretty and I was so young. We had wine and the good song humming to us from the radio. I told you. I will love you my love… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry A eye for a eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my… Continue reading
In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness. In your eyes In your eyes. I’m everything,… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading
I miss nothing In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content. You were my Joan… Continue reading