My last stand
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. My last stand will be… Continue reading
Daily Archive: August 30, 2017
Where Beautiful Things Grow
Originally posted on The Scribe Ark:
? Kiss me once Like a butterfly I flutter Above the ground Kiss me twice Like a rocket I rush Deep into space Then like rain I…
“Killed and killed”
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading
Sins of our father
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger.. Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they… Continue reading