In hell, I will be in good company.
In hell, I will be in good company.. (Remembering the plane crash in Washington D.C. Now 20 mass killings in two weeks.) In is 2.18 in the afternoon and I am dancing with… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Love is a cruel mistress.
Love is a cruel mistress… You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
Once we had the days of Spring.
1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile… Continue reading
Two Guitars.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once… Continue reading
Please remember who you are.
Please remember who you were. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
My Iron Mountain girl.
My Iron Mountain girl.. Prettiest gal in Iron Mountain saw him drinking his whiskey alone and she frowned a negative face. She imagined his world was fun and okay. She went to him,… Continue reading
I like to see the eyes.
I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery. I like to see the eyes. I don’t… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty.
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of beauty… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect.
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
The tarot cards.
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry 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… Continue reading