Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here, and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Negative words do not help.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading
Poets don’t complain. They write.
1-Open doors Open the shades wide.Lite the incense candles of lavender and sweet wildflowers.Don’t be afraid of the dark and lonely nights.We are just flesh and bones.Needing to dance into the light.Hiding no… Continue reading
Fable love.
Fable love. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river, She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. And an amazing song.
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.
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.
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
Loveliest girl in Monterey. And a beautiful Elle king song.
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