Dear Monterey..
Dear Monterey.. Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his heart and… Continue reading
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Hemingway last dance..
Hemingway last dance…. I returned Monterey in late May of 2018. I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific… Continue reading
Hemingway table..
I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the places Hemingway… Continue reading
Dear Monterey..
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..
San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur.. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet..
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the… Continue reading
I remember you..
I remember you.. The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot Summer days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of… Continue reading
Monterey. Letters.
MontereyA Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart one. The letters. Monterey..The letters Dear BethI roamed your Facebook site. You are still so beautiful. I told you I was okay. I don’t like to publish to… Continue reading
Monterey Fishing Wharf..
Monterey Fishing Wharf.. ( I need a year in Monterey to write my novel.) The city of Monterey, hard to find. But a gem, when found. Gateway to Big Sur and Pfiefer beach.… Continue reading
You are my ocean and some Monterey photos.
You are my ocean My first love was the sea. Uncontrolled and free.I danced with her, as a child. I fell into her waves and I felt thesafety of her power and strength.Today… Continue reading