I want to dance with you   The night is long and the songs are good. You are looking so beautiful and your eyes are demanding my attention. I whispered to you, I… Continue reading →

Quiet echos and secluded places   The coffee shop poet told the young listener. great oceans rise and fall, the wind cannot be locked up and love is not free.   We will… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Life, Love, Photography, & Beyond:
Two girls sharing a nectarine One so very young The other not so much Singing songs of the summer Dreaming of picnics and swings As…

Happy or sad? Pretty Irish girl with eyes of river blue. I saw heaven in her eyes and I told her. “Dear Colleen, never dance with the devil, never make promises, you cannot… Continue reading →

If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin beauty… Continue reading →

What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us, who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq,… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Poem De Terre:
Love like the silken strands, From the ancient mulberry tree, Winding you and your beloved, Into a cocoon on a summer’s day, Doesn’t exist. Love like the…

Ojibwa Grandmother chant     A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.  … Continue reading →

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer, we can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading →