We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants- number two.. I am sixty-four years old and I am… Continue reading
Hello. Just Johnnie checking in. I hope you are doing well. I wanted to call you. I wanted to tell you. I miss your smile, your laughter. Next years when the days of… Continue reading
Two Brothers A Poem by Coyote Poetry I learn how fragile life can be in 1988-1989. Better to be kind to your friends and family. World punish them enough already. Two brothers.. (Almost Christmas.… Continue reading