San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the… Continue reading
We are born to live A Poem by Coyote Poetry New words. We are born to live… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny… Continue reading
Love tragedy I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines… Continue reading
The crazy ones I remember you, you had fond desire for unplanned road trips. You loved the tequila and the lime at noon. You hated hotels and you loved sleeping by the sea… Continue reading
(I need a year in Idyllwild, California.) Idyllwild Last May 2018. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild. My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no… Continue reading
Fool’s gold The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my… Continue reading
(Johnny and Jennifer in the Winter of 1992.) Almost California—— –I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted… 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
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading