Stand up for something.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quiet, peace, solitude and loneliness. Places and traces of what we were and are. Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their… Continue reading
The old front door, simple marks and dates of each child height. Kind memories for a man seeking peace. Dear Lord, Did I do all, I could do, in the time I was… Continue reading
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 told me the Devil like to dance… Continue reading
As pretty as a perfect painting… She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing… Continue reading