My Ojibwa Grandmother chant…
My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring… Continue reading
Port Austin Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind… Continue reading
Our world…Old world, new world. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Old world, new world Old world is gone. Our world is quiet. Today the streets… Continue reading
Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for the new book, The island. Love… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem for my new book. The Island. The rising sun, the falling moon Prettiest lady, I… Continue reading
Dear Monterey Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his… Continue reading
Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did.… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I try to describe you and each time I remember less.… Continue reading
Kind Springs days and the Summer days Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka… Continue reading