The walls and the damn mirrors
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Hard to brake down walls of regret and disappointment. Need time and distance to forget. Ravishing beauty dancing alone We will masquerade as many… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories. Part three “Cheyenne, Wyoming” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Time and distance decreases the pain. Life teaches us life isn’t fair. Sometime we must burn to… Continue reading
Wounded Angel A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wounded Angel My sad friend. Please smile for me. Stay with me by the sea all night. Your world has fell apart. You don’t know… Continue reading
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you. The summer days were… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories get better with time. Purgatory Inn and no… Continue reading
Highway 80 west stories part 2 “Lana” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Good to travel when you are young. Never know what you can learn when you have no final destination or rush… Continue reading
Nicholas Winton Sir Nicholas George Winton, MBE is a British humanitarian who organized the rescue of 669 mostly Jewish children from German-occupied Czechoslovakia on the eve of the Second World War, in… Continue reading
Sins of our father’s. 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 mine… Continue reading