A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometimes we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.” I remember you. The summer days were long.The splendor of the blue… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey. Old man wrote into his journal, my secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with me. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
Bad behavior. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
Leftover wine. Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
Leftover wine… In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tales and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
Piece by piece… I remember my father. He tried his best and he couldn’t win. I remember my mother. She lost her way a few times and she always got back-up. We are… Continue reading
I could not ask for more… I told my grandchildren,choose the road you love,dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago,I had enough and I told the rising sun.I could not ask… Continue reading
Please talk to me, please write on my skin.. She told me in her sleepy voice. Please talk to me, please write on my bare skin. Show me love is alive and well… Continue reading
So cold… She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste your skin, I need to know you wild… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading