Happy Mother Day. Remembering my mother.
(My mother in 1959) “Happy Mother day. Woman bare the glory and honor of protecting their children. Look into a eyes of a woman. You can learn a million stories of what life… Continue reading
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The lost and found.
The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to downtown Monterey nightly. The beach was empty till Seaside. The entrance to the Pacific was always… Continue reading
The coming storms.
The coming storm. Her lustful glances left me condemned to fall into the harmony of her smile. She was a rare desert flower that dazzled me with flattering words. She told me with… Continue reading
The endings and the beginnings.
The endings and the 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 andI fell deeper and… Continue reading
Carved memories.
Carved memories. I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Memory of Mother. Mother Day is Sunday.
The word “Mother, mama, grandma, grandmother” Thank you kind women, who taught me. Listen, speak kindly and never leave with anger as the last words spoken. Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote… Continue reading
Concrete angel.
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
I am here my dearest love. And a beautiful Jessi Colter song.
I am here my dearest love. Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand… Continue reading
Only you.
Only you. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the seaside beach freely and unafraid of the opinions of the beach goers nearby. I made… Continue reading