A California free man once.
A California free man once… Hanging with Jim tonight. Took me 33 years of life, dead brothers and broken heart to learn. Life is more than me. I drove to 2500 miles, Michigan… Continue reading
Tag Archive: books
Where have the Ojibwa gone? And some quotes.
” Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it… Continue reading
If I was the king of the forest.
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
Rebirth.
Rebirth A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change? Rebirth Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.Told the two pretty Honduras girls at… 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
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create?
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life to paper. He write about days of joy. He wrote about… Continue reading
The tarot cards.
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards. I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading
The flight of love.
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading