Witness to life…
Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading
Witness to life I told people with my writing for many years. If the wars, don’t stop. War will come to our doorstep. Today war had found our USA cities. The war… Continue reading
The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
Wild horses Wild horses- Introduction A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A writer and a painter discussing life and things. … Continue reading
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
The Lake song I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading
Monterey A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part one. The letters. Monterey The letters Dear Beth I roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I… Continue reading
Never left Michigan Years ago. I traveled the world. I Drank wine in Basel and Paris, danced in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading