Monkey’s paw.. My January tale.
Monkey’s paw.. My late January tale. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
Monkey’s paw.. My late January tale. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
I used to be.. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I’m who I’m.What matter… Continue reading
My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer dreams. Paradise blinded by dreams seenat the bottom of a empty… Continue reading
What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on to? Family? Family? Grandparent, family? Love? Love? Friendship? War.. I believe. I will remember everything and wish for… Continue reading
(Last day with my father, Summer 1996.) He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things. My father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate… Continue reading
Shadows of war. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had no fear… Continue reading
Grandparent, family. Sanctuary of love and kindness…. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open doors went… Continue reading
Words, never spoken… Last year was very hard. 2024, I lost a family member to suicide. Today I miss her voice and I yearn to talk to her again. I miss her smile… Continue reading