Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. Written in 1979 Whiskey dreams… Continue reading
Dead ends.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead ends.. Brothers told no-one… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong? The white flag..… Continue reading
(Please listen to Rachel. She was murdered defending strangers.) Dreams and the great Dreamers I have heard Martin Luther Kings words of love, brotherhood and peace.His words were like thunder to the sky.His… Continue reading
The valley of the gun… 1- Is death sweet? Do we go easily into the final sleep? Without struggle. Do the dead cities talk? They do. They are killing women and children in… Continue reading