The Chelsea hotel….
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.” My last stand will be in New… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote PoetryI went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night.… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading
My last stand will be in New York city. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace. My last stand will be… Continue reading
The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and the manager… Continue reading
Short poems for nature. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to protect nature and the free animal of the earth and the sea. Mother Earth Her dress is of the green… Continue reading
The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy” I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns… Continue reading