Spin the bottle..
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading
Beautiful Sharon.. Maybe the “The Quiet man whiskey” was too good tonight. Beautiful Sharon whispering song to me and I told the night. I need the learn the Devil song again. “Don’t wait… Continue reading
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” “Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life. My Ojibwa… Continue reading