Black as the night.
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we supposed to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
Secrets and lies… I found her bleeding out near the sea. She held a empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle and her eyes were empty and cold. I sat with her and I took… Continue reading
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
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy; I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading
1- Tomfoolery Yesterday man is swimming in memories of missed friends. Most men, do not know. Every action demand some sort of payment. I wanted war, I wanted to travel and I wanted… Continue reading
Could you? Could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading