Old Soldier A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … 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
Endings and beginnings… She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous… Continue reading
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote PoetryWords can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
