Cigarettes, whiskey and you…
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, whiskey and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet at… Continue reading
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, whiskey and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet at… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden. The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading
Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading