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Photo by Tomaz Barcellos on Pexels.com The child was born in winter, while all was encased in snowWarm in heart and spirit , guarded by those who’d watched her…
I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless. I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising… Continue reading
We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly. We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time, we held our kisses long and sweet. We didn’t know. Love words, love… Continue reading
I would steal the moon for you…. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven… Continue reading
We need more love words… The old house is quiet now. Once the three bedrooms house was filled with children and laughter. Once I had solid people near, strong people to sit with… Continue reading
Tattoos… The pretty lady had many tattoos on her skin and she allowed few to see them. I told her. I own four tattoos and each one with a story. I believe if… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote PoetryTalk softly, be kind. Love is tender and soft. Can be broken like a wing.) On the thread of a word…. (Freedom… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist. A Story by Coyote Poetry The best days. Good friends and conversation. The poet, the dancer and… Continue reading
New Orleans A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories, become a part of us. New Orleans… (For my kindest muse. Dear Allison.) I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress,… Continue reading