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
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A story. Last chapter. She wanted Paris and I wanted her..
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. (Chapter eleven.) Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seems dreamy and perfect… Continue reading
A long tale. 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
We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were.. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
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
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