Three shots of whiskey.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I am too sad. Someone killed three college kids at Michigan State. Someone killed four college students in Idaho, and someone killed three college students… Continue reading
Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading
Deeply influenced by St. Francis of Assisi, Clare refused to marry, as her parents wished, and fled to the Porziuncola Chapel below Assisi. On March 18, 1212, Francis received her vows, and thus began… Continue reading
RESPECT, INTEGRITY, KINDNESS, SELFLESS SERVICE. Election is coming. Please don’t support leaders who speak hate and want the USA to be separated. This is the greatest country and we must become one in… Continue reading
The last man standing…A Story by Coyote Poetry “Please tell our leaders, no-one wins in war. Talk of Nuclear war today . 40 nuclear weapons used. Our world will die slow and terrible. Today… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the bottom of the barrel to be able to see the light. Now I see chances to… Continue reading
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