One tin soldier… A prologue to a good life. We need sin, we need whiskey and we need kind women. I learn the rage of Hemingway and the sadness of Salinger and Kosinski.… 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
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest.. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
What men are capable of… A Poem by Coyote Poetry I saw bad things in my life. What men have done for their hate. What men are capable of… What legacy will… Continue reading