I called your name
I called your name I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer. I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading
I called your name I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars didn’t listen to my prayer. I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading
My California Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea, the murmur of the sea, whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading
Happy or sad? Pretty poet asked, Monterey dark poet, are you drinking by the sea tonight? He looked at her pretty face and he whispered. The sea is kind, always… Continue reading
Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel. You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
No shame in love (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and magnificent you are. I told the stars and the sky you have… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
Hemingway last dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2016. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army… Continue reading
Dear Monterey The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death.… Continue reading
—————————————————— Let’s pretend my lover. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Let’s pretend my lover Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough. The damn… Continue reading