My Michigan dream.
My Michigan dream. “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry.I am here,I shall never leave you,when the chills of the night come,I shall keep you warm and safe.You are my love,my reason to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
No mercy.
No mercy. You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward me. I… Continue reading
Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
The nightingale song.
The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather volunteered to watch the five grandchildren and he took them to the big water. He told them if you listen well, you can hear the nightingale songs… Continue reading
Stitches.
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
The Coyote song.
he 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
The September song.
September song. Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean. I dreamed of the Texas highway 35.… Continue reading
The untold story.
The untold story.. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw. Everything we want, shall cost something.
Monkey’s paw.. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
The wild roses.
The wild roses. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading