“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need to feel safe. A cradle hymn.. Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird andif the bird… Continue reading
Little boy blue. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When a child fall down. Someone must pick them up or they could be lost forever. Little boy blue.. Little boy blue lost in a… Continue reading