Port Austin.. Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading
Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading
Disease.. Two strangers sat together.Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man.Told him.“I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention.” He whispered.“Beauty is one less burden you… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song… Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost.You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim.You were the prettiest girl I had… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry In a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. Daybreak confession to the Sea.. I… Continue reading
The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people. Few permanent… Continue reading
Two shots of happy and one shot of sad.. I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading
