The city of New Orleans A Poem by Coyote Poetry The city of New Orleans. A good place to become lost in.) The city of New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.)… Continue reading
New Orleans… I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the lonely jazz, your hips, legs and… Continue reading
New Orleans A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories, become a part of us. New Orleans… (For my kindest muse. Dear Allison.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress,… Continue reading
New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the… 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
The rising sun A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New… Continue reading
Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be flexible branches… Continue reading
Be flexible branches than dead roots A Story by Coyote Poetry I learn the past is gone and today actions matter, by a New Orleans Tarot card reader. Be flexible branches not… Continue reading