The Island. Part one, two, three.
The Island- part one. I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port Austin in late 2025. My mind found a memory, and I am trying to seek the memory out from hidden… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Cold steel.
Cold steel Baby, I told you.Ain’t no heart in my chest.I’m just a body that does the daily functions. I’m dead,I died a long time ago,I could tell you a story.But my words… Continue reading
DISEASE
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.She told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one… Continue reading
Mercy. Three-line poetry.
Mercy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Three-lines poems. … Continue reading
My Fabiola. Nothing remains the same.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover.
Just a dance in the clouds my dear lover. Once I knew wanderlust,I wanted to swim in the seven seas,I wanted to find sacred places in our world,I wanted to dance in the clouds… Continue reading
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four.
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
Lost generation. Part three.
Lost generation. Part three. New York City. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. “YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part two.
The lost generation.. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry When you know only shit. Can you make shit taste good? War. Is shit. The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey.… Continue reading