I hope I make it till the Spring.
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry In war. No-one wins. Just leftover men, just hollow men. Russian roulette… Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like… Continue reading
The Island- Chapter 10 Delia held the embrace and I felt safe in her arms. She released me and she touched my face. She told me. You will touch soil on every continent.… Continue reading