The heartstrings.
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Come home with me.
Come home with me.. Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poets words. The… Continue reading
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea.
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Something to make you smile and laugh. Run with… Continue reading
Just a slow dance.
Just a slow dance.. Once upon a blue moon, the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor loved me. I told the polite bartender. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You come here almost every night… Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part three and four.
Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“What hide in the dark. It will come out and hunt” … Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part one and two.
Saving Amber- part one A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA story, part one. Saving Amber… Part one. Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was… Continue reading
Happy Halloween. Never talk to strangers.
Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
I want to fall in love again.
I want to fall in love again… Last year man prayed to Selena, the moon goddess on a warm Fall night. He told her, near the dancing Pacific ocean. The drunk man is… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Killed and killed.
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed. On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and… Continue reading