We danced for the sea.
We danced for the sea and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more.. I call her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading
The song of the Great Lakes.
The song of the Great Lakes.. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger.
The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you… Continue reading
Love is a cruel mistress.
Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
Under the Willow tree. We danced.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Bad to the bone.
Bad to the bones.. (My new puppy Sergeant. He is bad to the bones too.) (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… Continue reading
She was a diamond.
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond. 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city.
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Whispering stories of things to come.I wonder what… Continue reading