Wicked, we must be, wicked we know…

Please hold my hands..

The wicked waltz…

Michigan…

The good path…

The good path A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We learn with age. What we truly need.                            The good path.. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading →

I called your name…

My muse…

 My muse.. You are love and I’m  no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind  words… Continue reading →

Are we beggars for love?