Halloween Santa..
Halloween Santa… Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs posted by the cornfield. Do not enter. Trespassers will be punished. Beware of the unknown. The boys laughed at their… Continue reading
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Dark Interludes. A story.
Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
Dear October..
Dear October.. Hello dear October. My old friend. Cooler day and the beauty of the change of color of the trees. Allow us. To slow down and ponder who we are, where we… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. Halloween 2024.
Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2024 A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween. … Continue reading
Dying, lying and you…
Dying, lying and you… Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading
The quiet world..
The quiet world.. The world is too quiet. Today the birds were singing and the dandelions were everywhere. I took the grandsons to my yard, they hit some baseballs and we played with… Continue reading
Our world..
Our world.. (Election is coming. Time to unite as one for peace, time to stop the gun violence, time to ensure are children can go to school and be safe. Time for hateful… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song..
The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time,… Continue reading
My father’s song..
My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January 2022. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.) Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life isn’t… Continue reading
Katie wrote to me..
Katie wrote to me. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem with a proper re-write. Katie wrote to me.. Painted words and bloody thoughts are what the writer understand and hold tightly to. The… Continue reading