Carved memories.
Carved memories. I found you holding the roses by the bedroom window. You were adoring the falling sun and waiting for the Autumn moon to rise. I sat with you and I traced… Continue reading
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We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Memory of Mother. Mother Day is Sunday.
The word “Mother, mama, grandma, grandmother” Thank you kind women, who taught me. Listen, speak kindly and never leave with anger as the last words spoken. Memory of a Mother A Poem by Coyote… Continue reading
Concrete angel.
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
I am here my dearest love. And a beautiful Jessi Colter song.
I am here my dearest love. Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand… Continue reading
Only you.
Only you. I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the seaside beach freely and unafraid of the opinions of the beach goers nearby. I made… Continue reading
Damn the ancient Gods.
Damn the ancient Gods. Pretty lady laid bare in heart and soul watching the sun fall into the sea.She looked at me and told me. “Damn the gods who hate love. They tried… Continue reading
If you go away.
If you go away. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York.
(Johnnie in 1992) My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City.Sat on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.Telling stories of things to… Continue reading
Mystical places.
Mystical places. Many types of keepsakes my friend.There are tattoos upon our skin to remind us of places, wars and faces.There are scars from battles won and lost.Then there are sweet faces remembered… Continue reading