A poet’s love.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Haunt me.
Haunt me… I found her again at the hard metal club in Austin and she was dressed in her black skirt and her favorite black blouse. I stay at a distance and I… Continue reading
Worn and torn love.
Worn and torn love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem with a rewrite. Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young lady. … Continue reading
Say my name, make me believe.
Say my name. Make me believe. I am dreaming of you again dear Maria. Prettiest eyes and longest legs in my world are stealing my dreams. I called you at midnight and I… Continue reading
Dearest Nicole.
(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole… I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading
The fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray takes you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria showed the way into the fray. Part one.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
The shadows. Veteran day poetry.
Shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind and… Continue reading
One tin soldier.
One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading