If I had magic…
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
If I had magic… Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
Bitter branches… Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote PoetryA sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I… Continue reading
Just words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWrite, write and write some more. Our words will outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.Ernest… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… I lay beside you in the night of the Germany… Continue reading
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
THE NIGHT TRAVELER Passing by, he could be anybody: A thief, a tradesman, a doctor On his way to a worried house. But…
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I read the poem “Small Acts” by Paul Vincent Cannon on his blog, I immediately wanted to read it aloud as my Christmas best wishes this year.…
Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Serenity every day,I pray from the frayed edgeschaos rattling, pains howling Laundry waits in pilesof incompletion – like my life –demands eroding worth Hush! I scold…
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading