Those were the day, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face, and she saw me looking at her. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Gaea’s grieve. A short story. For Mother Nature.
Gaea’s grieve A Chapter by Coyote PoetryWe must protect the water, sky and the earth. The children of Gaea. Gaea’s grieve…. (Chapter one)(I wrote for my baby girl in 1996) She sat alone on… Continue reading
If we make it through December.
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
Dark eyed Angel who lost her wings.
Dark Eyes Angel who losts her wing. (I was still roaming the country. The days when time wasn’t a concern. May 1994. Writing and reading poetry brought me the confused and lost woman.… Continue reading
Worn and torn love.
Worn and torn love.Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman.I try to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never… Continue reading
The blue dress.
The blue dress. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Linda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
The poet and the naked lady.
The poet and the naked lady.. I fell in love with a long-legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate breakfast… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. (The holidays are here. Time to check on people we love. Everyone needs a kind word and a reminder. They are needed and a part of our life.) Old man… Continue reading
Beautiful stranger.
Beautiful stranger. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes.
Strangers, trains and planes… She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon.I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday.She held a silence and I thought.… Continue reading