She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet… Continue reading
Into the west. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry… Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance… Continue reading
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy…. I have learn to love the darkness of the taverns and the Jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old… Continue reading