The Poet’s love.– The road to Dangriga The third day at Puerto Barrio. Johnnie awoke feeling great pain and his body would not move. He tried to get-up and he fell down. He… Continue reading
A Spanish lullaby A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. A Spanish Lullaby… Once, you and I, became we. We distanced love and love found us. We were young, we were fearless and… Continue reading
Swiftly love can come… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Trying to awake my muse. Swiftly love can come.. Swiftly love can come,swiftly love can… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Awakening my sleeping muse. She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet… Continue reading