Wild, wild angel… I am listening to you and you are listening to me. We have fell into a harmonious madness. We must decide to wild and free. Or accept less and sleep… Continue reading
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color, the child doesn’t see… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven told the him. Perhaps, perhaps dear Coyote. You can share some trickery with me tonight. Coyote, the trickster is too quiet for me. The Raven knew… Continue reading
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading
The wisp/ the kiss, the memory- Jest of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third and last chapter. The wisp/ the kiss, the memory-… Continue reading
The wisp/the kiss, the memory. The Long Island ice tea. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new series of short poetry. Part one. The wisp/ the kiss,… Continue reading