Sweet Beulah land… Last song played for my father was “Sweet Beulah land”. Once soldier, once father and a grandfather. He saw hell and back in war, rarely knowing peace in his life.… Continue reading →

The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading →

Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading →

I remember… (May-day poetry number five.) Old man drinking alone at the Irish Tavern and he had two drinks filled with whiskey and two cold beers. He held the whiskey and the  seat… Continue reading →

God bless the USA… (May-days poetry number four.) Old Texas man told me once. We ain’t perfect, we sometimes, we don’t get along. But we walk on the dirt of the USA. We… Continue reading →

 Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading →

I was just nineteen… 15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was… Continue reading →

I called your name A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words                            I called your name… I called your name standing on the… Continue reading →

 A wing and a prayer…. (May-days poem three.) He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of… Continue reading →