The Island. Chapter four, five, six, seven.
The Island. Part four. The sage. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry We must find peace in our messy world. The Island- part four.. I liked the Captain face. He had an ancient and kind… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
My Fabiola. Nothing remains the same.
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four.
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
The lost generation. Part two.
The lost generation.. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry When you know only shit. Can you make shit taste good? War. Is shit. The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey.… Continue reading
You were my Agnes in the messy world.
Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. I remember you.… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Be a fisherman. Some photos.
Be a fisherman. I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
Summer days, they go by so quickly my friends.
Summer days go by so quickly. My friends. Today I had lived 68 years, and I know I had a good life. I always had work and I am blessed with good heath.… Continue reading
Wild Irish Rose. And an outstanding George Jones song.
Wild Irish Rose. Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading