The lovely silence.. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
Killer on the road (Blessed is the man who can learn peace and justice without shedding blood) A Poem by Coyote Poetry (What good and bad we do in a life. The scars will… Continue reading
The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love.. Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was a… Continue reading