Too late for kindness..
Too late for kindness.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found a old journal. 100 poems, never been published anywhere. Number one, 1990 poetry. Too late for kindness… I wanted my brothers to be… Continue reading
Too late for kindness.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found a old journal. 100 poems, never been published anywhere. Number one, 1990 poetry. Too late for kindness… I wanted my brothers to be… Continue reading
Just a Black Velvet lullaby… I wrote to a old journal in a Austin, Texas tavern in 1993. The poet don’t cry, he just write some more. Hemingway told us, we, who love… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote