Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.” Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is… Continue reading
Two guitars.. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
A New York city night. Was a New York city dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desired. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2024 A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween. … Continue reading
Where are you my sweet lady blue? You were so damn pretty and you begged for my attention. You were muse and siren. Your kiss deadly and so damn sweet.You wanted me and… Continue reading