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
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Monkey’s paw. A Halloween tale.
Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2021 A Story by Coyote PoetryPart of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween. … Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle.
Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
The illusion.
THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
Could you? Could we?
Could you? Could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading
The shadows.
The shadows.. (A poem to remember my dear sister. She left my world and I miss her voice.) My sister told me. You have changed and you saw too much shit andyour mind… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me.
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 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… Continue reading
The healing, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers.. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
The day is gone, and the darkness is here.
The day is gone, and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lost more than I gained. Once , after a war, I returned home… Continue reading