It is cut and dried.
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried.. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried.. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
Two poems. One poem by a ancient writer and another by a almost ancient writer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thomas Nashe words are true today as 400 years ago. The world will struggle.… Continue reading
Sweet surrender A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must forget old wounds and open new doors. Sweet surrender.. Lost… Continue reading
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the… Continue reading
Fallen Angels.. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers and… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep.. Part two. The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing… Continue reading