Show me your real face.
Show me your real face. I loved the Monterey bay. I would bring my beer and whiskey to the Pacific, I would write into my journal, drink the cold beer slowly, I watched… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
My lovely Lilith.
My lovely Lilith The dark poet loved the Monterey big storms. The Pacific was raging and dancing. He went to the Pacific ocean early in the morning wearing wet suit and carrying his… Continue reading
Haunt me.
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Dearest Nicole.
(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole… I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria showed the way into the fray. Part one.
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
We need barefoot days.
We need barefoot days. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a warm day. We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms… Continue reading
Tattoos.
TattoosA Poem by Coyote PoetryOld 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 smiled and… Continue reading
The heartstrings.
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him like… Continue reading
Come home with me.
Come home with me.. Was Tuesday and I led the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poets words. The… Continue reading
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea.
Run with the wind. Dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Something to make you smile and laugh. Run with… Continue reading