Endings and beginnings
First love. Last love? … Continue reading
First love. Last love? … Continue reading
Barefoot dreams A Story by Coyote Poetry Good places and friends make distance places good dreams in old age. Barefoot dreams I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance… Continue reading
My wild Texas rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song make us write. My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all… Continue reading
The nectar of you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and very good places. The nectar of you She gave me gestures of kindness. Openly opening the door of friendship. Her… Continue reading
Bad to the bone A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death.(If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways.… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time. Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea… Continue reading
Let’s pretend A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than nothing. Let’s… Continue reading
Anything goes She sat next to me on the empty stool. Her sweet perfume I breathe in. I gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile. We talks and drank for… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. Told me. “Damn if you… Continue reading