The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey. I took… Continue reading
As a boy. I heard Martin Luther King Jr. speak in Detroit. He spoke with the thunder of hope. Please remember the man of honor, the man of peace.
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“Para mí, el mayor placer de la escritura no es el tema que se trate, sino la música que hacen las palabras.” Truman Capote. Todo…