Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.
The quiet of the day.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden. The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he… Continue reading
Please talk to me, please write on my skin.
Please talk to me, please write on my skin.. She told me in her sleepy voice. Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin. Show me love is alive and well… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Glorious red.
Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection. I am drunk… Continue reading
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
For my brothers.
For my brothers. Written in 1988. Child with your eye closed to living. How can I bring hope and sweetness to a life, where hope and dreams are long forgotten on your journey… Continue reading
The October days of my life. Did I do enough?
The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror. My beard is gray and I have pain… Continue reading
No love, no glory.
No love, no glory… 1- Can’t take my eyes off you.. I do not want to escape you eyes and I need your hands in my hands. Darling, my pretty sea flower. You… Continue reading
Swifty love can come.
Swiftly love can come.. Swiftly love can come, swiftly love go away. Today we walked the Port Austin pier, one mile into the beauty of Lake Huron. And the world is so far… Continue reading