I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl and a Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the… Continue reading
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One more cup of coffee and a Big Sur story.
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
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to find….. Old… Continue reading
The poet’s wisp.
The poet’s wisp… The pretty Texas gal asked me. You are here every Friday and Saturday morning by the Austin River sitting alone. Reading your books and writing into your journal. You read yearly… Continue reading
The black night and the shadows dancing.
The black night and the shadows dancing. A long time ago in the late-night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly summer festival was alive and well.… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a beautiful Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
She was a dancer.
She was a dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and… Continue reading
I do; dear I do. Time is a cold-hearted thief.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once, I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine, telling the passing people. You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love. The old… Continue reading