The empty jars..
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing her empty and filled mason jars.And her empty and filled whiskey bottles on her personal shelves. She told me on a cold Winter… Continue reading
Daily Archive: May 8, 2025
Be a fisherman..
Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
Endings and beginnings..
Endings and beginnings… She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous… Continue reading
Dear Sara Little Wolf..
Dear Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle… Continue reading
No shame in love…
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything and everything is love. No shame in love.. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
Home, sweet home..
Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn and a beautiful Judy Collins song.
Turn, turn, turn.. The old poet sang a lullaby.“Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
No take-backs my friend..
No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading
Three little love poems and a beautiful Kaz Hawkins song.
1- Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. 2- Those eyes, stole my thoughts, you are miracle… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend.. A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading