Old Monterey and Hemingway
Old Monterey and Hemingway I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading
Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote
Big Sur Perfect landscape painted by God’s hands. Ocean, sand and the green earth making perfect painting. Lucky eyes can appreciate the blessing of the kind gods. Coyote
Looking for Hemingway I am in Monterey. Hemingway chair and face is gone. But I feel his present. He told be to order a double of Irish whiskey, find a sassy girl.… Continue reading
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time. A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading
The desert song Listen carefully. Old earth, old ground. Look like rock and soil only. The desert song is hard to hear. You must quiet the mind, relax the heart and open… Continue reading
The sea and the chess game A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry from 1993 with a re-write The sea and the chess game Old Poet set-up the chess game and I… Continue reading
California A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words (Won’t be on line long. 20 May to 31 May. Michigan to California coastline. Coyote is going. Left California in 1994. Me and sea. Will… Continue reading