We are born to live..
We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a year living near the sea.” … Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Tender loving care…
Tender loving care.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghost..
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
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
The tarot cards…
We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards… I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo.I have been having a… Continue reading
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 poet, the dancer and the artist..
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote PoetryWe need more friends and good conversation.. The poet, the dancer and the artist…… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love.. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading