Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego.. ( I need a year in San Diego to write my book. These photos. May 2018.) Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing artwork. I waited for Lestat. He did show. Pretty women in black did not tempt me… Continue reading
San Diego artwork.
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Russian roulette Beautiful young women dances… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong voices and… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading
