Imagine my friends. There are no wars.
Imagine there is no war, my friend.(My December wish. The wars are done. The world can heal, and every child is safe in our world. Our leaders in our world. Sending medicine, food… Continue reading
Imagine there is no war, my friend.(My December wish. The wars are done. The world can heal, and every child is safe in our world. Our leaders in our world. Sending medicine, food… Continue reading
( My daughter and my daughter of my friend killed in Iraq in 2002. Daughter was two.) Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the… Continue reading
1- The Violence Sea Anger erupts.The blind opens their eyes. Men on high horses.Tells us more stories to blind us. Entangled and enraged we try to see.We can’t see above the bullshit. Rich men in big houses.Tell… Continue reading
Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, who nourishment is the heart, … Continue reading
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Peace will come. (Today the world leaders are naysayers and liars. Speaking peace and killing. Old wise saying. Can’t speak peace and war in the same sentence.) My child, don’t you cry. War… Continue reading
Blood in, blood out A Poem by Coyote Poetry An eye for an eye world. No-one can win. When hate and violence steal all the kindness and hope. What will be left my friend?… Continue reading
1- Do we remember who started the war? We remember the winner. And the dead are quiet. 2- My Ojibwa grandmother told me. White people took everything from me. I don’t hate them… Continue reading
One Tin soldier.. I have become a vulgar man. Once I had a young heart. Love didn’t darken my heart, love didn’t darken my mind. Life did. He told the mirror in the… Continue reading
Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading