What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer. Part six.
What is wrong, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part six… “Making love… Did we make love, did we seek the place of mercy? Did I love you enough? Were we running to each… Continue reading
What is wrong, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part six… “Making love… Did we make love, did we seek the place of mercy? Did I love you enough? Were we running to each… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four I awoke alone in the bed. I heard Jennifer and her baby in the shower. She left the bathroom door open and I… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
Michigan… Promises made and promises broken. Left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank… Continue reading
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need the sun on my face. The dance of the flowers.. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and… Continue reading
Tender loving care A Poem by Coyote PoetryReal love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care… She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college party… Continue reading
Our children. Our joy. Three of the four children murdered in Oxford, Michigan. I am praying for them and their family. Today our children feel less safe. Time for “All of us”. To… Continue reading