The raven seeks a kiss and he must allow the white wolf to decide. She howled at the rising moon and she told him, daring raven. We must be brave when we attempt… Continue reading
Last person standing.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rewritten.(This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. —T.S. Eliot) Last person standing A Poem by Coyote Poetry Not a happy… Continue reading
Everything had it’s time… 1- We have become silhouettes in a locked room. Just two ghosts roaming and breathing alone. Once house, filled with love. Now a tomb, so dusty and so cold.… Continue reading
He laughed at his-self and he watched the beautiful Pacific dance for him. He heard laughter and he saw a group of people. Five dark hair women and three large dark skin men.… Continue reading