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
Tag Archive: Writing
The Coyote song.
he Coyote song, lest we forget…. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
The September song.
September song. Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean. I dreamed of the Texas highway 35.… Continue reading
The untold story.
The untold story.. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. Everything we want, shall cost something.
Monkey’s paw.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
The wild roses.
The wild roses. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
The pretty flower near the sea.
The pretty flower near the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a Monterey, Ca. friend. The pretty flower near the sea… I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991… Continue reading
The cherry wine and a beautiful Hope Winter song.
The cherry wine. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing.Today my folly, today… Continue reading
Dreams, yesterday and love.
Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. DreamsI could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did… Continue reading
Hanging with Bukowski and a poem. The loveliest girl in Monterey.
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