The Lake song… I told her. I apology sweet Julie. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading →

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Davide e Abisag, Pedro Américo,1879 Nelle lunghe lente ore della notte insonnedistesa sul mio corpo giace, intimoritadalle amarezze dei miei annidal mio sguardo pensosovinta dall’amore. Immobile predadei miei ricordi…

Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved and swayed with the songs. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was… Continue reading →

Her garden A Poem by Coyote PoetryA blessing when a kind woman befriend you.                                         … Continue reading →

(Johnnie need a long highway, a long vacation with no place to go.)  Ride…. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free… Continue reading →

I don’t remember how you looked A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                 I don’t remember how you look…. I don’t remember how you look.Your… Continue reading →

Grandmother hopes and wishes. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know freedom.     … Continue reading →

Hey brother, hey sister…. I remember young men and women. Living, loving, drinking and dancing. Living life fearlessly without regret. Hey brothers, hey sisters. I remember you. We were hopeful, foolish and we… Continue reading →

The earth, the sky and the water… I found my Apache friend at the Fort Hood entrance.  I brought him some fruit and some coffee. He saw the sadness in my face this… Continue reading →