Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.
Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old men are like… Continue reading
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The masquerade.
The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the men were pirates and… Continue reading
Scars, we do have. And a lovely Alessia Cara song.
Scars, we do have. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
The Coyote song, lest we forget.
The Coyote song, lest we forget. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day.
Love, did whisper to me on a Summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading
Where have the Ojibwa gone?
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
2500 miles away from you.
2500 miles away from you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn’t. 2500 miles from you… On a Winter day in 1989. We said… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want.
You can’t always get what you want. Johnnie and Lexi were singing the Rolling Stone song. You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and Lexi… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to you… Continue reading
The Island. Chapter 8-13.
The Island- chapter eight The two women came to me and they embraced me. Lana told me. While we are gone, the Island wine maker shall keep you company. At the door, a… Continue reading