Big Sur, California. Highway 40..
Big Sur, California. Highway 40. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending me to Fort Ord, California. … Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 40. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending me to Fort Ord, California. … Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet… (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to… Continue reading
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Wild, wild angel… I am listening to you and you are listening to me. We have fell into a harmonious madness. We must decide to wild and free. Or accept less and sleep… Continue reading
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child doesn’t see color, the child doesn’t see… Continue reading