Detroit and riots

Detroit.   Once 2 million strong. The cars being made in the great city of Detroit. Mix of all people, working hard and doing well. The riot of 1967 and 1968. Did it… Continue reading

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Whatever Happened to Laura? – Written Between February and June 1995 (Aged 20)

Originally posted on The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing :
Whatever Happened to Laura? whatever happened to her – to laura? she used to be everybody’s dream but now, i have just…

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Everyone is a river….

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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Please tell me a story….

Please tell me a story         Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading

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Promises and a miracle….

 Promises and a miracle— Your soft hands in my hands. Us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew. Love didn’t need words. ———————————————————————-… Continue reading

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Bare and true….

Bare and true…     In the stillness of the warm Summer night, we were left in a standstill of should I stay or should I go? Should we journey to new and… Continue reading

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My Lake Gichigami prayer

You are my Lake Gichigama prayer       Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading

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My great love…..

  My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading

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Reading Faulkner in the Dark

Originally posted on Erik Rittenberry:
2am and I heard the front door slam. She stumbled in and tossed her keys on the counter, lit a cigarette, and propped her long leg up on…

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The dream surfer..

The dream surfer In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading

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