The lost generation. Chapter one.
The lost generation. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A hollow man cannot heal. He learn to accept more and less. The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Angela.
Angela Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded her beautiful blue eyes.Lack of sleep and proper diet.Left her beaten, betrayed and dreams limited to daily survival.In her 21 years of… Continue reading
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace.
Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and the embrace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry” Best days of a life. When love is being born. “Sanctuaries of the sweet kiss and embrace…. My beautiful enchantress.… Continue reading
The threshold.
The threshold A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can be given motivation by the words of great poets. Thank you Rene Salinas for loaning me a verse. “The threshold, wide and the appearance inviting.The… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face, maybe?
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
She was a dancer.
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
“The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
The Texas two-step. And a beautiful Sara Evans song.
The Texas two-step. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like an old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday and some words. You want me, you want everything and more. Is there more Johnnie?
She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the jazz songs. She looked into my eyes, and she waved me to come to her. I watched her sexy hips… Continue reading