I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
Father died in 1996 at 61 years old. The war could not leave him. Heal, my friend. Not kill. Father song was hard and sweet. He fought hard, loved hard and died too… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her “Then shall thy circling arms embrace and clip my naken body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, whose perfume like a religious… Continue reading
Good friend lost to war with his two girls and my daughter The gathering (Combination of a poem written in 1992 and today. Nothing… Continue reading
Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy prose poem. A poem to create logic and question my friend. Last person standing I had a bad dream. A realistic… Continue reading
Dark Interludes (Ann Arbor) A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Dark Interludes (Ann Arbor) last letter. June 1980 Dear Julie I received your letter. I’m… Continue reading
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Katie thoughts” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry You can return to where you begin. You become blinded by things you cannot have.… Continue reading
Never again Plus jamais Nie wieder What have we learn? What road are we on? … Continue reading
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible. Sweet red wine … Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror… Continue reading