Few sweet dreams and woman come to us.” Dreaming of Scotland
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter fourteen. Reno than California
Highway 80 west stories. Chapter fourteen. Reno than California. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Almost done. Reno than California We arrived late at the Sister house. Sandy was very kind. She had… Continue reading
Song of the dead and the song of the living
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading
Thank you Sage for thinking of me.
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‘Somebody shine a light, I’m frozen by the fear in me. Somebody make me feel alive, And shatter me.’ – Lzzy Hale
Amazing poetry and Lindsey is a amazing musician.
RIP Rachel Corrie
Beautiful American (For Rachel Corrie. A human shield protecting woman and children.) Just a woman. She gave her heart to people far from her home. Stood in front of guns and machines to… Continue reading
Dreaming of Summer and beautiful places. “I remember you”
River Inn, Big Surf I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime… Continue reading
Just thoughts about you
Just thoughts about you A Poem by Coyote Poetry Short poetry for secret thoughts and places. Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18. You… Continue reading
One of my favorite poems. “Ancient floor.”
Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading