Coyote Poetry : Writing

Twisted city. Part eleven.

Twisted city. Part eleven.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry


I have three weeks of editing left.
The twisted city. Chapter twelve.

The twisted city. Chapter twelve.

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry


People are not born monsters. They are taught to become monsters..
The twisted city. Rewritten.

The twisted city. Rewritten.

A Book by Coyote Poetry


Old story will get finished. My last old work needed to be edited. I wrote in 1992 at Monterey. 200 pages.
Spare me your stories and sleazy words..

Spare me your stories and sleazy words..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Old poem with a re-write. Written in 1982.
The  Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two.

The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will doom us to sadness.
Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the Fray.

Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the Fray.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A dream, a poem was born. I hope you enjoy.
Where are the people seeking peace?

Where are the people seeking peace?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Thank you dear Marianne for the song.
When I am done.

When I am done.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A Black Velvet night. Time for the poetry to touch the night sky.
My North Dakota hurricane..

My North Dakota hurricane..

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Remember a wild child in heart. Where are you dear Gail?
A Summertime love.

A Summertime love.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


My muse is alive and well tonight.