Bitter branches….
Bitter branches… Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Bitter branches… Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the… Continue reading
Mercy A Story by Coyote PoetryA sad poem. We need more friends. More kindness. Mercy… Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I… Continue reading
Just words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWrite, write and write some more. Our words will outlast our memory. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.Ernest… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love… I lay beside you in the night of the Germany… Continue reading
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
A little crazy…. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer…. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake.… Continue reading
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading