Hey, that is no way to say goodbye. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Utopia of the pen and the paper.
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.: Utopia of the pen and the paper.… 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
Unforgettable.
Artist. William Oxer Unforgettable. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rosed up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you.… Continue reading
Halloween Santa.
Halloween Santa A Story by Coyote PoetryA Halloween tale. Halloween Santa… Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs… Continue reading
Truth or dare?
Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chance, have no fun? Truth or dare? She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her beauty and she asked me to dance… Continue reading
Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found. A Halloween tale. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t… Continue reading
The coyote is dancing today.
The Coyote is dancing.. Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
Lady of the lake.
Lady of the lake.. We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading