If I had magic.
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for an ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to burn… Continue reading
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Jenny wrote.
Jenny wrote. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can be magic, can be visions of beauty and can make us dream. Jenny wrote. Painted words are what the writer understands. Wisp and grasps… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Dear December, dear Jenny.
Dear December. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
Wicked we must be, wicked. We must know. Hanging with Dorian Gray.
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
Mojo a-coming. Hanging with Jim Morrison.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer… She was a sea dancer, and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She was an amazing artist. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect.
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading