Coyote is 62 years old. Some verbal words shared.
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Poem by Joni Caggiano 08/06/20 – Tamara Menzi – Cascades of d’Ouzoud – Unsplash (27 second read) Red is the clay that talks to… Continue reading
Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading
Easy days The best days, a beach day. Easy days, with no place to go. Just waiting for the sun to fall into the sea. Coyote
Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading
Dying, lying and you Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved… Continue reading
The quiet man spoke My mentor, my friend. You drank till you could no-more. Five D.W.I’s, left you walking and I was blessed to able to know you. You were a 35… Continue reading
Sugar and spice You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear love. Do you want to hear… Continue reading
Let’s pretend my lover Once we were Hemingway and Agnes. We drank, we made love and we had enough. The damn Spring was looming near and I saw in your eyes.… 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