The Coyote song, lest we forget.
The Coyote song, lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
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Where have the Ojibwa gone?
“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 was… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Lexi were singing the Rolling Stone song. You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and Lexi… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading
The Island. Part one, two, three.
The Island- part one. I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port Austin in late 2025. My mind found a memory, and I am trying to seek the memory out from hidden… Continue reading
Cold steel.
Cold steel Baby, I told you.Ain’t no heart in my chest.I’m just a body that does the daily functions. I’m dead,I died a long time ago,I could tell you a story.But my words… Continue reading
DISEASE
DISEASE. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.She told him.I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He told her.Beauty is one… Continue reading
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
Lost generation. Part three.
Lost generation. Part three. New York City. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. “YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early… Continue reading
The lost generation. Chapter one.
The lost generation. Chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A hollow man cannot heal. He learn to accept more and less. The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe… Continue reading