Longing, belonging and our secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted… Continue reading
A little mercy now.. My father never cried, he never complained about life. My father rarely smiled with the burden of life surrounding him. His body and heart gave up, in the struggle… Continue reading
Too poor to love you, lady midnight… We danced in the Belton, Texas dance hall and you smell of the wild flowers of Texas. You rested you head into my chest and I… Continue reading
Please hold my hands… Please hold my hands, please hold my heart. Please kiss me so softly and make me believe in the heaven mist. Let’s walk near the sea together and we… Continue reading
(We don’t need loud voice, more lectures. We need to know. Someone loved us, as-is. They love us in the good or the bad days. Kindness my friend. We must be.) Too late… Continue reading
I told her. Trouble, trouble. You can be. She told me, if you dance with the devil. She shall always lead. I told her, dear Amanda. The Raven and the Coyote must dance,… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
I like to see the eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we truly can see. The eyes allow us into true places and mystery. I like to see the eyes.. I don’t… Continue reading
The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can break you down and leave you empty and alone. The storm.. Love can be like a gentle rain. It can be like a thunderstorm to… Continue reading