“Never talk to a stranger”
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no? I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading
Black heart In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind. He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading
Leather and lace I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild eyes searched for what… Continue reading
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared… Continue reading
Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover I loved the Austin Texas nights, alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading
A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to… Continue reading
Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape… Continue reading