What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer.. part five. Jennifer wanted to drive my Dodge truck. We put the baby seat in the back seat. Tiffany was content with the roomy old… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four I awoke alone in the bed. I heard Jennifer and her baby in the shower. She left the bathroom door open and I… Continue reading
What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer. Part three. I arrived in Clinton, Michigan around twelve pm. I haven’t seen Jennifer since April 1987. The year 1991 is almost over and I… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part two.. In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Part one, dear Jennifer… The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting… Continue reading
I want to love you like… I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see… 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 at… Continue reading
She was a portrait of beauty.Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in me? I told her.… Continue reading
Oh, my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island iced tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading
Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading