Don’t pray for dead men. Please pray for the live ones. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dead soldiers cannot speak no-more. Us, who survived. We must speak for them. Forget your personal tragedy. We… Continue reading
Peace will come, even if, only by one…. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer. A old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading
Stand by me Russia are murdering people in Ukraine.Russia is destroying great cities..Who cannot feel sadness for people murdered by hate and greed? People have lost cities, their homes.Their families dislocated and lost.… Continue reading
What is wrong, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part six… “Making love… Did we make love, did we seek the place of mercy? Did I love you enough? Were we running to each… Continue reading
What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer.. part five. Jennifer wanted to drive my Dodge truck. We put the baby seat in the back seat. Tiffany was content with the roomy old… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four I awoke alone in the bed. I heard Jennifer and her baby in the shower. She left the bathroom door open and I… Continue reading
What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer. Part three. I arrived in Clinton, Michigan around twelve pm. I haven’t seen Jennifer since April 1987. The year 1991 is almost over and I… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part two.. In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988… Continue reading
What is right, what is wrong? Part one, dear Jennifer… The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting… Continue reading
Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places. Delicate flower.. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading