The wildflowers, the mystic dancers…
The mystic dancer.. Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
The mystic dancer.. Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
Idyllic place and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
Little poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.” Number one- With Johnnie Walker whiskey confident and on a wing and prayer. I asked the pretty Texas gal for a dance. The pretty maiden… Continue reading
The Autumn days.. The Summer days were splendor, long days, beach days, easy day. The harmony of warm days and being sun-kissed. Blessed days. Now the nights are cooler, the school… Continue reading
The barefoot girls.. Do we create our place in our world? I have always loved the barefoot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender feet.… Continue reading
The city of New Orleans A Poem by Coyote Poetry The city of New Orleans. A good place to become lost in.) The city of New Orleans… (For my kindest muses. Dear Allsion.)… Continue reading
The last man standing… A Story by Coyote Poetry Dumbass people talking nuclear war. We should have concern. There is also bio and chemical warfare. The last man standing… Last person standing…. (Will… Continue reading
Catch the wind… Please kind lady, please lay with me. Allow the night to cover us with the warmth of love embrace. We were strangers till we learned. We had the same dreams,… Continue reading
I want to drink whiskey with Amanda.. Beautiful Amanda wanted to drink with Leonard Cohen and I want to listen to her and to drink the whiskey with her. I want to hear… Continue reading
Beautiful is the night, wonderful is the day. Dear Brigid. You make my mind come alive again and my heart hopeful. … Continue reading