Big Sur, California. Highway 80. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending me to Fort Ord, California. … Continue reading →

We don’t want to fight no-more…. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading →

Monkey’s paw.. A Story by Coyote Poetry  Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something.                     … Continue reading →

DISEASE….   Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. I was once a beauty once and men begged for my attention.  He whispered.… Continue reading →

Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry“Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” “Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh that… Continue reading →