Liar’s moon lullaby
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading
(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.) Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading
Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Saving Amber- part three Amber told Coyote her story and she described her dreams. Even as a child, the monsters haunted… Continue reading
Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry New chapter Saving Amber- part three Amber told Coyote her story and she described her dreams. Even as a child, the monsters haunted… Continue reading
Saving Amber Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was being chased by a demon. She thought he was Pennywise. I knew Pennywise… Continue reading
Saving Amber Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was being chased by a demon. She thought he was Pennywise. I knew… Continue reading
The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman.… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die, to learn to live. You must lose everything to… Continue reading
Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman.… Continue reading