The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
Broken bones, unkempt promises A Poem by Coyote Poetry This poem had been dancing in my head for days. I hope you enjoy. Broken bones, unkempt promises Fools’ dances in wishes… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela I awoke with great pain in my chest. I was escaping Germany soon. A face of an angel who broke my heart was appearing in my mind. I decided to… Continue reading
