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The gray whale (For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at an empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On… Continue reading
The gray whale (For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at an empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On… Continue reading
Ernest Hemingway A Poem by Coyote Poetry A great writer lost too soon. Ernest Hemingway When I was young. I wanted to be like Ernest Hemingway. He found peace in war, tropical… Continue reading
If It Be Your Will A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love find you. If it be your will I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn… Continue reading
Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. “Time to heal.” A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Sometimes take the want to help another to find peace inside your self. Time to heal “The… Continue reading
La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Midnight conversation Warning This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. Red Fox journey. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Native Americans lost their spirit and strong heart. Needed to meditate with the water, sky and earth to find… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth. Chapter 10. Road trip with Morningstar. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry In my lifetime. I met people who held power. I was amazed at their knowledge.… Continue reading
The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter nine Coyote dreams A Chapter by Coyote Poetry With the journey into dreams. The real nightmares may appear. The dreamer can see the truth. Some truth… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at… Continue reading