The unknown story…
The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2022
A Memory Aloft
Originally posted on euphoria6lues:
Beneath branching ebony and scented whirls of ivory, the grandest melody of spring unfolds from the haven of a magnolia tree What love is there for me waiting…
My eyes adored you…
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
Dear Coco- where have you gone? A letter.
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
Kiss Me
Originally posted on Smith Shine Poetry:
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer. Smith Shine Poetry From the first I knew I’d kiss you a peck to neck, my car my bed your cherry blossoms engulf chemical racing straight… Continue reading
The Elixir…
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
Sheena, my Bonnie gal.
Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading
Rewilding the Field
Originally posted on Tales From the Seed:
A personal essay https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/annie-spratt-li74cdvh1ge-unsplash.jpg Image by Annie Spratt It is a clear November morning. An early mist has settled over the field into a thick blanket…
The ballad of the pissed-off lady.
The ballad of the pissed-off lady… She was unbounded and a wounded pretty lady drinking alone. She loved the silence, she loved the whiskey and she loved the sea. She didn’t want to… Continue reading
Lamentation of an disenchanted do-gooder
Originally posted on Eva van Beek:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/01/cc35406a-bc5a-4194-aaba-99023a924f9d-1.jpg Throw that syrup up the wallNothing sweet! Not at all. The fields are shred to open wounds,chopped to cost-effective chunks. Yet the rats are digging deeper,find…
