The easy days and the good days.
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow.Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer, I love you. I left… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Everybody knows. 2026 version. Please remember Renee Good.
Everybody knows A Poem by Coyote Poetry I awoke pissed off today. Then my Poet of music Leonard Cohen set me off to describe my emotion. (I borrow a few lines from Leonard Cohen.Sometime we need to learn emotion… Continue reading
On the thread of a word.
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry On the thread of a word. (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey. Bei Dao) Just like a… Continue reading
You are always on my mind.
You will always be on my mind. The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the… Continue reading
You are in Paris and I am here.
You are in Paris and I’m hereA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words and thoughts. “ You are in Paris and I’m here. I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my… Continue reading
Pathfinders.
Pathfinder A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe look in many places for what we need and want. Most times what we need is in front of our face. Pathfinder… There are many ways to live… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches. I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday.
You were my Tijana Radeska and I was your Doc Holliday. We loved to argue; we love to wrestle till we fell into secret kisses near the Lake St. Clair. You were so… Continue reading
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.
I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for… Continue reading
Hold on tightly baby.
Hold on tightly baby. You were the bloody storm my lover. You were my strawberry red-haired lady beauty on the Fifth street in Austin, Texas. For twenty dollars and a wrist band. You… Continue reading