I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote Poetry My dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
The white flag A Poem by Coyote Poetry How many people will die before war is stopped. Each days brother killing brother. Rich countries deciding who is right or wrong? The white flag..… Continue reading
First words, last words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words can have great power. False words can brake a heart forever. Word of true love can make us desire the moon and the stars. … Continue reading
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr. I was just a baby when Martin Luther King Jr. led the world to equality with his sermons of love and anti-violence.Even as a young boy he motivated… Continue reading
Rear-end of a so-call love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime little is better than none. Rear-end of a so-call love… She poured two tequila.Told me, I’m the only one. I whispered to her.To… Continue reading
Some mini-poetry for the dance of love.. 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in the… Continue reading