Dear Clinton, Michigan
California poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often dear Jenny. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become colder and more hidden with time and age. ——… Continue reading
California poetry A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often dear Jenny. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become colder and more hidden with time and age. ——… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of… Continue reading
Strangers, trains and planes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people can’t be held down. Freedom is too valuable. Strangers, trains and planes She called my from Paris. She whispered I will be… Continue reading
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from 1985 Everything You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win.I would… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life I serenaded to the paragon of… Continue reading
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry Monterey is paradise. Old wounds can be closed and new hope can be born near the sea. In Monterey Dear Jenny, please come to Monterey.… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The first time I saw your face I found lonely road and Godless heart. I was seeking good death… Continue reading
Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Jennifer I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatice A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was… Continue reading