For Ben Jonson
For Ben Jonson. Writer, actor and poet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dryden introduced Ben Jonson to me. Writer, Poet and Actor. 1573-1637. To write To become a good writer. We must read and… Continue reading
Willie Smith
Originally posted on Horror Sleaze Trash:
16mm Venus 1973 She comes up out of the sea and she is all blond – she has lost her bikini; the shark of her smile took…
Wicked Wanda
Originally posted on hands in the garden:
Wicked Wanda sitsa’squalor in knotof shaken tree, always mistakes the fleshest of roses for a floret briar patch leaves, so balancedly she slips unstable, in circling…
Blue
Originally posted on Suzie's World:
The sky is a deep blue As I raise my eyes My arms are behind my head The world passing by So much has happened That I…
Purgatory Inn and no place to go…
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea, fresh and cold, bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
My Ojibwa Grandmother chant…
My Ojibwa Grandmother Chant My dear Ojibwa Grandmother with sad eyes would chant songs of ancient times. I still can hear them in sweet dreams where I was safe and free, I remember… Continue reading
Lilac wine…
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring… Continue reading
Port Austin….
Port Austin Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind… Continue reading
Our world… Old world, new world.
Our world…Old world, new world. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Old world, new world Old world is gone. Our world is quiet. Today the streets… Continue reading
Love behold, love be bold…
Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote Poetry Poetry for the new book, The island. Love… Continue reading