My siren.
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren… The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading
My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.” My Siren… The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness. Second brother put into the cold earth. Death by their own hands. Left many to swim in bad decisions and not enough kind words. The things I believed in.… Continue reading
Worn and torn love Written on 8 April 1985 (For Angela. A lost and confused young woman. I tries to pick her up and show her life was OK. I hope she found… Continue reading