I had a dream, I had a good dream…
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
You saved me… A Poem by Coyote PoetrySave one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” (My grand-boys and my grand-daughter Mia.) … Continue reading
Your love’s like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
( Johnnie in Monterey 1992.) Bad to the bones… (Written in 1989 rewritten.) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe cannot forget love. You are in Paris and I’m here… I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
(Johnnie and his baby girl in 1996) A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a child eyes, we learn what love is. A cradle hymn…. Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady… I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
The cold night whispered… The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone. Once great love turns indifferent and our love true turn to fathom dreams. We spoke careless words, maybe true,… Continue reading
Another time, another place…. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything, and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading