Category Archive: Native American

Everyone is a river.

Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island.                                     … Continue reading

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The illusion, A Ojibwa prayer

 THE ILLUSION, A Ojibwa prayer I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books… Continue reading

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The “Medicine wheel”

  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… Continue reading

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Big Sur meditation

 Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the  struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading

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Song of the seasons

The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The water… Continue reading

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“The circle dance”

 The circle dance I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. “The leader called to the people, the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading

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“Never talk to a stranger”

Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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“The Raven and the Coyote”

The Raven and the Coyote A Story by Coyote Poetry A story. Some of my Ojibwa heritage coming out.                              The Raven and the Coyote The Raven watched the moon. Her interest awoken by… Continue reading

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The Island- part six

The Island- part six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter finally.                                          … Continue reading

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Children in time,

  Children in time I took a walk by Lake Saint Clair. The Summer days were leaving and the days of Fall were here. I looked at the morning sun and I touched the… Continue reading

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