The days of freedom.
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Letters, never send.
Letters, never send. Dear Juliette You told me often my Juliette, I was whimsical or not. Always wanting too much, always wanting to test life. I was like the running river. Always moving… Continue reading
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my life once.You promised an endless love and I was to bathe in your eyes of… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden, and I remember my grandfather’s words. Johnnie, you did… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her… Continue reading
An empty bottle.
An empty bottle. My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle. The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother hope and wishes.
Ojibwa Grandmother hopes and wishes. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. She had a hard life. You would never know. She loved her children and wanted them to know… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind.
We are, what we leave behind. I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was an Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
The Nightingale song.
The Nightingale song. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading