Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela.. I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
The hanging tree..
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee..
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm..
She was a Spring day and I was a Winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The English lady. My oh my..
My oh my.. Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading
Tattoos..
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos.. My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Black as the night.. Part three..
Black as the night.. Part three. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon..
“you taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Jazzy Friday.. Sleepless nights..
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory..
Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading