(Our children A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.)   Our children   “Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself” Kahlil Gibran   My… Continue reading →

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Originally posted on My Bleeding Words:
Ornaments twirling on green needle branches Glittering ribbons and song avalanches Presents on sleighs and flying reindeer This is my favorite time of the year ? Lights…

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The Christmas spirit   Christmas is coming. Children are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at the house and the house is filled with laughter and joy.   Another year is… Continue reading →

The fragrant of love   I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your… Continue reading →

The last chance motel   Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading →

Gently The bow the branches On the trees, worshipping What is, knowing they are one with Nature Singing For joy to the Source of their life, Now, the dancing begins, The sun leaps,…

(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.)   Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Moccasins at Meadow Arc:
Sun ripples over Easter’s hair long after her great great grandmother’s footsteps are plucked from Africa’s mangroves and stuck like a pair of wild oysters near…