I killed and I killed..
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
I killed and I killed. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. I killed and I killed.. On Friday night my father drank his rum.… Continue reading
Father’s eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is hard not to follow your Father’s footsteps. But we must sometimes. Father’s eyes and anger…. 7 April 2009 (Part one. Wiser and smarter man. … Continue reading