The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone.. We will masquerade as many people. We will be hopeful and filled with dreams when youth is our advantage. We will strip to bare essentials and dance fearless and… Continue reading
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no… Continue reading