Father’s wars, my father lasting sins.. (My served in the Korea war and the Vietnam war. After the war, he killed three people in bars for disrespecting his Ojibwa/Mexican face. Took him 50… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum when I was a… Continue reading
The sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine… Continue reading
Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden…. (My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to… Continue reading
(My father in 1996. He died two months later.) Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger…. Is my… Continue reading
Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading
Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I… Continue reading
My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.) Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart. Shadows I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every… Continue reading