Barefoot dreams…
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and kind friends make distance places sweet dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and kind friends make distance places sweet dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
Dead man arms Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek… Continue reading
The word man Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word… Continue reading
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Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched river it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from…
Positive words and thoughts shared. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog It was 1962, the girls wouldn’t stop laughing and nobody knew why. And even stranger, the laughter was spreading. Like a virus. This was… Continue reading
The crazy ones Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not Maybe, maybe not she whispered. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are… Continue reading
Longing, belonging and our secrets Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading
Empty spaces A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem of question. Empty spaces The world is quiet.… Continue reading