Little Wolf… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories become easier to understand with time… Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends… One— I ordered one more Bloody Mary from my one arm bartender. He is the best bartender in Texas. His drinks, like ambrosia for the sleeping mind. I… Continue reading