“Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and… Continue reading
Sunday lovers Me and you lost in cotton sheets. The sun sneaked into the room and you bring your body closer. You whispered. It is Sunday morning and we have no place… Continue reading
A thousand years A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love never die my friend. Just a place we must water and care for. A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for… Continue reading
You cross my mind in the midnight hours A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a wild dance. Leave us holding tightly. Hoping forever with the breaking dawn ready to end the perfect… Continue reading
Bittersweet goodbye A Poem by Coyote Poetry Goodbyes are necessary. Need closure to all things. Bittersweet closure “I walk up to her house. I celebrated one year with this young woman. In… Continue reading
Please show me you love me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Please show me you love me I was a bleeding man. Old wounds allowed to bleed to keep safe. The… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
Cocoa beach A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places and old memories Cocoa beach I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa… Continue reading