It is cut and dried.
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried.. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
It is Cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried.. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
My father’s war… A Poem by Coyote Poetry queerest 1 a : differing in some way from what is usual or normal : odd, strange, weird “How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,… Continue reading
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson asked. I stopped by the nearby location for the Memorial day… 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 and… Continue reading
Dead flowers ————————————————————————— Once we tried to catch the wind. We loved the California fault line and the Pacific. She loved the black velvet whiskey and I loved her. I always brought her… Continue reading
The last man standing… A Story by Coyote Poetry Dumbass people talking nuclear war. We should have concern. There is also bio and chemical warfare. The last man standing… Last person standing…. (Will… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading
I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs… Continue reading