What is right? What is wrong?
What is right, what is wrong? The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting names into my Native… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting names into my Native… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful dusk of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote PoetrySweet memories of youth. Written in 1978 My beautiful Daniela….. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November… Continue reading
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
The loveliest girl in Monterey… The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading