“Coffee shop conversation”
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. Coffee… Continue reading
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“Barefoot dreams”
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
“The gray whale”
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
A story-She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
(A eroic tale-adult reading) Chapter one -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me… Continue reading
Rewriting old tale-Natures grieve
Nature grieve A Story by Coyote Poetry Myth and tale. I hope? Nature’s grieve She sat alone on top of Himalayas mountains. She knew the ending was coming for mankind. Her flowing long strawberry… Continue reading
A Halloween poem-Never talk to a stranger
Never talk to a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation.… Continue reading
A Halloween tale-When comes a stranger
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading
A story-Dark interludes
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants. Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years send me a letter with… Continue reading
Dirty liitle secret-part two
Dirty little secret-part two Me and Liz walked the path where the boats docked by the river leading to the Lake St. Clair. She took my hand and she interlaced them tightly and… Continue reading
The touch of life-myth and tale
(I wrote in 1996 for the birth of my child. I hope you like.) Nature’s grieves She sat alone on top of Himalayas mountains. She knew the ending was coming for mankind. Her flowing… Continue reading