Too late for forgiveness…
(My brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987, Chuck committed suicide in 1988.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel… Continue reading
(My brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987, Chuck committed suicide in 1988.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A new poem finally. A sad one. If you feel… Continue reading
(Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) Ain’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance… Continue reading
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Walk over on those long satin legs with ankles crossing like idle thoughts saturated in honey Skin on skin when it matters most don’t push away move nearer touch…
(Johnnie in the Pacific. 1992.) Coyote spirit A Poem by Coyote PoetryLast dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left. Coyote spirit…. (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the jokester. He… Continue reading
(My adopted children. Taught me. Life was more than me. We are what we leave behind. They are adults and they are doing well. ) Trujillo A Poem by Coyote PoetryA long time ago… Continue reading
Sad brown eyes A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove should bring joy. Not sadness. Sad brown eyes… A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love.… Continue reading
Daybreak confession to the Sea A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn a life we must add up what we have done. Re-set our journey and begin again. Daybreak confession to the Sea… I have reached… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to… Continue reading
Originally posted on All The Stories:
My first official big band gig was performed with a local rehearsal band at the Green Mill bar in a north-side ward of Chicago called Uptown. I…
Originally posted on heartwordsforpoetry:
An epic love is one we knew in our deepest heart space. A love that remained in secret, just below the surface and still does That one we don’t…