A Halloween tale-When comes a stranger
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading
Needing and bleeding A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love teaches us many things. Mainly hold on tight and be kind. Needing and bleeding I have lived and died in your arms. You… Continue reading
Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading
Existence of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry For dear Grandparent missed. Existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry. A safe warm house. A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and… Continue reading
Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers After… Continue reading
Can you see me? A Poem by Coyote Poetry All of us need to feel needed and wanted. Can you see me? 1600 mile to Dallas, seemed like a million miles. I’m… Continue reading
California poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I… Continue reading
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord,… Continue reading
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants. Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years send me a letter with… Continue reading
The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create a restless passion. I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading