The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five.
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
The lost generation. Standing up. Chapter five. (Finally a new chapter.) Pryde read three more poems. Feeling guilty for reading the jounal. 1- I want to see the sky again, I want to… Continue reading
The lost generation. The French woman. Part four. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I am trying to write. The lost generation.. The French woman. November 28, 2024 The lost generation.. The French woman. Chapter… Continue reading
Lost generation. Part three. New York City. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Dream writing again. “YELLOW RIBBON Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbonShe wore it in the spring time, in the early… Continue reading
The lost generation.. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry When you know only shit. Can you make shit taste good? War. Is shit. The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey.… Continue reading
The Lost Generation.. Part one. I was dream-writing again tonight. I believe in reincarnation. I believe I have lived many lives and I was a soldier in every one. I was told by… Continue reading
Tree (Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Born December 6, 1886-died in battle july 30, 1918. My favorite poem. So beautiful and true.) I think that I shall never see… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and… Continue reading