Highway 40 west stories. Part seven. Conversation with new friends. The Westerner country was getting full now. We return to our table. A older couple was sitting at the table. The man asked.… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Part five. Two days in Salt Lake city. Conversation with Lana.. Me and Lana walked near the water. She would take her gloves off and feel the cold of… Continue reading
Highway 40 west stories. Part three “Cheyenne, Wyoming” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Time and distance decreases the pain. Life teaches us life isn’t fair. Sometime we must burn to know we are alive. … Continue reading
Highway 40 west-road story Going nineties down Highway 40.The sun is dropping into the west.I drove my five hundred mile and I’m going to stop and see what I can find.Iowa City… Continue reading
sometimes to the vulgarity of disappointment. We need to enjoy the bosom of love when love is near and tried not to weep when love leave us empty and sad. She fell asleep… Continue reading
Addicted to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addicted to love.. True love,foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading
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No doesn’t always meanI Don’t want toIt meansI can’t right now Timing is everythingIt’s ok to say no The world shouldn’tpanalise youjust becauseyou put yourself firstinstead of…
Grandmother hope and wishes. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading
My father’s burdens. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. My father’s burdens (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed… Continue reading
