The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote PoetryJust some words. The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face… Continue reading
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
Love words. Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading
Monterey, California. I wrote down on a napkin at the Pier in Monterey. You can’t go back, and you can’t kill the memories. I was young once and I loved the sea, I loved… Continue reading
Wishful hearts. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea; I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable… Continue reading
Payment due my friend. I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes. Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
I want to know you. Invisible whispers and silence photos they give me remnants of who you are. Do you know me? I believe woman are more layered than men. Rarely does a… Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
The untold story. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading