A dangerous world. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number thirteen.) 1- Palestine, Lebanon, Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar, Iran, Nigeria and more more places. The children live with death near. At anytime. Bullets… Continue reading
Dear Andrea. I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading
Leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter Day, and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “An old poem when I was seeking who I was. Written in 1992.” The hills and the Apache. I had a bottle of good… Continue reading
The word-man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return.” Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading
Just might. She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She told me in my wanting hears. Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to… Continue reading
Let it be me…. (Remembering dear Joey. Now a angel in heaven. Rory and Joey.) You are my old song, my new song. You are my place to rest sweet love.I want to… Continue reading
Two steps from hell. (April is poetry month. A re-write. Number eleven) In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beautiful Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell… Continue reading
Swiftly love can come. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love can go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so… Continue reading