Dear Shoni..
Dear Shoni A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for a dear friend. Dear Shoni (Kind woman, once helped a homeless boy. Had cancer. Only thing I do is pray.) Love is measured by the… Continue reading
Dear Shoni A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for a dear friend. Dear Shoni (Kind woman, once helped a homeless boy. Had cancer. Only thing I do is pray.) Love is measured by the… Continue reading
You have saved me….. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw no road except death as peace. I… Continue reading
Seconds in time….. I learn in a bloody crazy life. Seconds become so important. I went to war in 1991. I called my Gandfather Reyes… Continue reading
True love gives all…. Sixty five years together.He stood by my grandmother with his hand in her hand.His loving eyes never leaving her beautiful face. He shopped daily at the Farmer Jacks and bought her… Continue reading
Dreams A Poem by Coyote PoetrySome dreams are nightmares. Some are sweet dreams and some are warnings for us to shape-up. Pity and depression can’t control your life. Dreams… I have been dreaming… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I can’t… Continue reading
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale. The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading