Liars moon lullaby…
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, for the… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2020
You are in Paris and I’m here…
You are in Paris and I’m here A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and thoughts. You are in Paris and I’m here I hurt myself again today and I allowed you… Continue reading
Tender loving care…
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the… Continue reading
The Sun Melts
Amazing words shared by a talented writer. The sun melts Crimson pools spill across the horizon staining clouds oranges, pinks, purples A beacon? Welcome, Night The moon waxing, waning, in a perpetual dance… Continue reading
Windmills of your mind…
Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading
Why Do Violins Look So Alone?
Originally posted on malleable art:
I was a mile away, smoking pot in Carl’s car Yet the song wafted over and I felt fuckin’ zen Clambered out the door for fresh air that…
My grandfather’s rose bush…
My grandfather’s rose bush My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the… Continue reading
You are my Springtime…
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and… Continue reading
Last person standing….
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. We are walking on a dangerous edge. Nuclear Winter, new sickness and… Continue reading
Eternal.
Amazing story shared by a talented writer.