A love letter, never send.
A love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? A love letter, never send. Dear Peggy I wanted… Continue reading
A love letter, never send. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime letters are not send. Maybe fear of rejection? Or fear of being wanted? A love letter, never send. Dear Peggy I wanted… Continue reading
Please, promise me forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry Promises of love are endeared to our hearts. Even the untrue ones. Please, promise me forever.. Bashful and tender beauty rested with me on… Continue reading
Wounded Angel My sad friend.Please smile for me andstay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart andYou don’t know right from wrong.Desperate acts had left you feelingdirty and… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. Daybreak confession to the Sea.. I… Continue reading
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
She had angels wings upon her back A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is sad when little is acceptable. When we forgot the sweet want of love and kindness. She had Angels wings upon… Continue reading
The stranger and the Poet’s song. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger song and the poet’s song.. Houses built on sand will… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Sometimes, we find what we lost. The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and our secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading