The darkest days… Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
A empty bottle.. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
Dear Jennifer… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just some words. I found the poem in a 35 year old journal. Had to re-written. Dear Jennifer… I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. 1- Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars… ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warm our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading