“An empty book”
(writer must live to write. Test life to know joy. Have many adventures to write tale and story.) An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life… Continue reading
(writer must live to write. Test life to know joy. Have many adventures to write tale and story.) An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life… Continue reading
The fierce desire A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of hunger. Some lead us to paradise and some lead us to hell. The fierce desire Old man sat by the sea… Continue reading
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
Let pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing. Let… Continue reading
Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten. Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near. I… Continue reading
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flowerI was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading
(Thank you Paris poem, her words are my muse) I called your name A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and good music. I called your name Beautiful lady is weeping for me.… Continue reading
Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
New York city lights I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took a leave after I arrived in the USA… Continue reading