Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. (The holidays are here. Time to check on people we love. Everyone needs a kind word and a reminder. They are needed and a part of our life.) Old man… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Beautiful stranger.
Beautiful stranger. Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar in Austin, Texas.Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me.Whispering secret to their lovers.Under the dim lights.Where words are twisted to revive passion… Continue reading
Dead poets.
1- Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wild flowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes.
Strangers, trains and planes… She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be in Monterey soon.I will meet you at the Monterey coffee shop on Tuesday.She held a silence and I thought.… Continue reading
If it be your will.
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry “You don’t find love. Love finds you.” If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair… Continue reading
Once upon a time. For dear Susie.
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen-birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a birthday… Continue reading
San Francisco.
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no.
Maybe yes, maybe no? I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great dreamer, wanting everything… Continue reading
The storm.
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we want what we shouldn’t have.” The storm. She had shrouded him with gentle embrace. She was his dream and want. He knew to refrain… Continue reading
The sparkle in your eyes.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Old memories and places.” The sparkles in your eyes. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around you. I remember how badly… Continue reading