I remember you..
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Souvenirs..
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs… A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf,sea shells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading
My misery and the whiskey..
My misery and the whiskey… I returned from the war in 1992 and I tried to find peace in the Long Island ice teas in the Belton Texas dance hall. I went early… Continue reading
Hands of stone..
Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading
My grandmother hope and wishes..
(My grandparent in 1979 in Detroit.) 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… Continue reading
The lost generation.. The French mother. Chapter four.
Pryde caressed his face till he finally was in a sound sleep. She saw the small small back-pack. She went to the small back-pack. She opened up the back-pact. She saw two books.… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts.. And a Nick Cave afternoon.
A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… 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
All my friends had settle down and hanging with Hank.
All my friends had settle down… A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
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