Molly Malone said..
Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Wild horses..
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The Scottish kisses..
The Scottish girl kisses.. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face..
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
I dreamed my world was silence.. War stories.
I dreamed my world was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you.… Continue reading
Midnight Invitation.
“Midnight Invitation”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop Midnight invitation.. The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the New Year.… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the fray..
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life.I decide a trip was needed,I was told in Vienna.The wine was sweet and the… Continue reading
Hanging with George Thorogood and One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.. ( April is poetry month. This is poem number twenty-six.) Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I… Continue reading