The stone face man…
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway. Stone face man… In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway. Stone face man… In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading
I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just a lost love poem from November 1993 I love you… I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my… Continue reading
Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight. Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading
Hold my hands… (May poetry number eight.) I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the… Continue reading
The first dandelion… The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One beautiful dandelion had appeared through the Winter… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace…A Poem by Coyote Poetry” Best days of a life. When love is being born. “Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace…. My beautiful enchantress. It… Continue reading
The Poet’s love. Hummingbird highway… Please remember Susana Chavez. A brave poet. It was nearing the Midnight hour. Rose told everyone. I must rest. Me and Johnnie have a date at 3 am.… Continue reading
The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle. Chapter ten. At three a.m sharp. Rosa knocked gently on Paloma and Johnnie room. He rose up and he open the door. She came… Continue reading
The Poet’s love– The cancer… Leo watched Paloma and Johnnie leave. Johnnie face had aged. The last time he saw him. He was robust and loud. They danced with pretty Teja’s girls and… Continue reading
The Poet’s love-life, death and the good wine- Chapter four. The four good friends sat near the Trujillo bay. Lawrence told them. Trujillo was touched by God. The bay and the gentle people.… Continue reading