Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading
The painted memories.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do we allow the world to paint our picture? Are we painting our own picture? The painted memories.. Mia, the pretty artist on the Monterey pier.… Continue reading
Misery and the whiskey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hanging with Merle Haggard tonight. September poetry number twenty-two.. Misery and the whiskey. I returned from the war in 1997 and I tried to find… Continue reading