Tattoos.
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
She had angels wings upon her back A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is sad when little is acceptable. When we forgot the sweet want of love and kindness. She had Angels wings upon… Continue reading
The stranger and the Poet’s song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song and the poet’s song.. Houses built on sand will… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Sometimes, we find what we lost. The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and our secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading
A little mercy now.. My father never cried, he never complained about life. My father rarely smiled with the burden of life surrounding him. His body and heart gave up, in the struggle… Continue reading
Please hold my hands… Please hold my hands, please hold my heart. Please kiss me so softly and make me believe in the heaven mist. Let’s walk near the sea together and we… Continue reading
(We don’t need loud voice, more lectures. We need to know. Someone loved us, as-is. They love us in the good or the bad days. Kindness my friend. We must be.) Too late… Continue reading
I told her. Trouble, trouble. You can be. She told me, if you dance with the devil. She shall always lead. I told her, dear Amanda. The Raven and the Coyote must dance,… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading