The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- The jest of love
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote PoetryThird and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory…… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry. The saga of Veronica- part five- The sea dancer, part two.… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry. The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin… We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
My Michigan dream…. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here ,I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading
My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading