Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Dark Days of Texas. The long ride, a long time to talk.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter nine and ten. Hot desert, slow journey, time to listen and learn. Dark days of Texas.… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Sometimes in the darkness. We can find light. Dark days of Texas .” Sweet Cheryl lee” (Chapter seven and eight) Eric hated the Summer in… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas- Killers are made.. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Who teaches the soldier to kill. The government does. Dark days of Texas- Killers are made. Chapter five and six by Coyote Poetry… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas. Berserker Kurt A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and fourth chapter of Dark days of Texas. Dark days of Texas- Berserker Kurt… Berserker Kurt walked in silence and slowly toward… Continue reading
Dark days of Texas. Chapter two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dark days of Texas-part two.. Wolf woman Sherry didn’t like the Last Chance saloon. Just people in the saloon she hated. Mainly… Continue reading
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Blindfolded and weightless.. I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading