The walls and the damn mirrors
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Can’t hide what we became when we see our reflection in the mirrors The walls and the damn mirrors My father… Continue reading
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Wow. Bless this kid. Sometimes it takes the thoughtfulness of a child to bring things into sharper focus. From The Blaze. Like most 8-year-olds, Myles Eckert was already…
The crossroads of the embrace or the decay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We decide what we need and not with the quickest of decision. If we knew. It was the last time… Continue reading