She ordered two Irish whiskeys and a cold draft beer. I left her be. The beer and the whiskey came. She tapped my shoulder and I saw she wore a necklace of dead… Continue reading
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addiction to love.. True love.Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles…. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night. I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting for… Continue reading
Cigarettes, whiskey and you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old places become better with time Cigarettes, whiskey and you… I sat and waited with my Poet friend. I was the back-up Poet at… Continue reading