Originally posted on SIDEWAYS EIGHT PROJECTS:
~ For my people… ~..…And this better existencewill consist of my peoplefor my peopleby my peoplelaying claim to their namein this gigantic gameand the potentialto continuedoing amazing…

Powerful and wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer.

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 body… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air…

The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading →

The word man. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. … Continue reading →

Forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must forgive ourselves before seeking forgiveness from God. Forgiveness. Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven, as in the reconciliation of Jacob and Esau in Genesis 33, after Julius… Continue reading →

Originally posted on A Thing for Words:
Hello, you,  the one who helped me see poetry in my life. Even the strife. I miss what you did, but now you’re gone, life moves…

Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death… Continue reading →

The wishing well A Poem by Coyote PoetryWishes are just dust lost in the wind. Words that will scar the heart and soul. We must know action and seek peace in life. (My friend… Continue reading →