(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked. I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
The waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten today with proper edit. I hope. The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a… Continue reading
We are, what we become… 1- They tried to shame her, they could not. She saw in their dirty eyes, whiskey, sin and sadness. She knew what she wanted, and she took it.… Continue reading
Whim and follies… I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle touch… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading