Halloween-Don’t look for things you don’t want to find.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to… Continue reading
Don’t look for things you don’t want to find. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t want to… Continue reading
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires. I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a… Continue reading
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when it wants. Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years send me a letter with… Continue reading
(I wrote in 1996 for the birth of my child. I hope you like.) Nature’s grieves She sat alone on top of Himalayas mountains. She knew the ending was coming for mankind. Her flowing… Continue reading
The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and the manager… Continue reading
New York city lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part four of my time in New York. New York city lights- The trip with Dorthy I left Fort Dix, New Jersey on… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out. The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken… Continue reading
Toxic © 2016 Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Toxic Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men… Continue reading
The New York city lights- A New York day—Chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Just words The New York city lights–A New York day–chapter six Dorthy dressed lightly. A long dress… Continue reading
The New York city lights-the night—Chapter five A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter. The New York city lights-the night I held Dorthy tightly. My face in her hair, her hair smelled… Continue reading