The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding. I have lived and died in your arms. You were… Continue reading
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book. An empty book is a lonely story.The great… Continue reading
The Loveliest girl in Monterey. The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in… Continue reading
Love tragedy. I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading
Leftover wine. In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listens to her tale, and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself. I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” … Continue reading
We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading
