“Purgatory Inn”
(melikemelis.tumblr.com) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
(melikemelis.tumblr.com) Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early… Continue reading
Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The broken roads leave me spiraling in the… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come… Continue reading
Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love. Heaven and hell “We can die of fear and our heart be filled… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading
Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline. Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything to bring life and hope into this world. Death did not beat my dreams and hope. I… Continue reading
Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty six years old. Holding my Grandson.… Continue reading