Poetry for nature…
(The oil fires in 1992. What men do?) Poetry for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to protect nature and the free animal of the earth and the sea. 1- Mother… Continue reading
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No tears at my farewell..
(I free-climbed a mountain at Big Sur in 1992. What a view of the moving river.) No tears at my farewell A Poem by Coyote Poetry Enjoy life. Take every opportunity to tell someone… Continue reading
The gray whale…
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
A naked woman…
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous..
Midnight rendezvous…. “Kind woman are gifts to wise men.” A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes…
Sad brown eyes.. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I… Continue reading
Port Austin, Michigan..
Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading
Big Sur…
Big Sur… Johnnie is California dreaming again. Big Sur is calling my name and I am wishing to touch my feet into the Pacific Ocean again. Big Sur, a place to gather your… Continue reading