The daylight fading…
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
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A twisted lullaby, maybe?
A twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading
Halloween tale. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find…
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days..
The easy days and the good days.. On a cold days in the the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you.I left… Continue reading
Halloween Santa..
Halloween Santa… Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs posted by the cornfield. Do not enter. Trespassers will be punished. Beware of the unknown. The boys laughed at their… Continue reading
Open the door dear lover. Texas poetry.
Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Dark Interludes. A story.
Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memories. Jest of love.
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory. Jest of… Continue reading
When comes a stranger..
Death come when she desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great job. A hot girlfriend with clear blue eyes and legs as long as Texas… Continue reading
Trujillo- A story
Trujillo -A story. Trujillo.. My delusional mind and forsaken dreams seem so far away. I consoled myself with Honduras rum and I roamed the discos and nightclubs. I was fatigue from suffocating… Continue reading