Stay with me..
Stay with me.. I sip my coffee.Watching the movement of the branches outside my bedroom. It was a stormy night.Her beautiful nude body lays on the top of the blankets. I watch her… Continue reading
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The disease..
DISEASE…. Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He whispered to… Continue reading
Once upon a time. A story. Part one.
Once upon a time.. A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at Stoney Creek. He watched… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part one.
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
We need barefoot days. And a beautiful Alexia Evellyn song.
We need barefoot days.. Prettiest girl in my world dances near Lake Huron. She ran to me with open arms and she told me. I do love this place. Wearing t-shirt covering bra… Continue reading
A February morning and a beautiful Alexia Evellyn song.
A February morning… The days of February are here. Kind earth is resting and we must become Winter people. The fire are burning and grandfathers must become the story tellers. He must entice… Continue reading
Dear Florence..
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Understandable
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
(Johnnie in Monterey- 1992.) Two out of three ain’t bad…. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens…
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one.” Angels, muses and sirens.. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything… Continue reading