Concrete angel.
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
Concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I… Continue reading
Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary… Continue reading
The world weep. A prayer and words. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Prayers and words Everybody knows. Part two. “What peace can be, where both to one pretend.” John Dryden “This is the… Continue reading
The Poet A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to be the word man. Good for the heart and soul to release thoughts to paper and pen. The Poet.. Many moons ago in… Continue reading