Category Archive: Big Sur

“The darkest days”

The darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading

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Wild horses

 Wild horses Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading

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The stormy sea

  The stormy sea   Life is like a burning candle, we can burn brightly or we can fade away to distance memory.   I told my friend, I am too old to… Continue reading

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My California

My California   Azure sky, chaos Pacific ocean, my lover. The stormy sea, the murmur of the sea, whispered to me. Love may slumber, war are never-ending and we shall remember the sweetest… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby

Liar’s moon lullaby   I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember.   I search my deaden mind for faces,… Continue reading

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“The sea and the chess game

1992, Monterey 2018, Monterey     The sea and the chess game   Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People… Continue reading

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Big Sur

(Big Sur and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.)     Big Sur and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989,… Continue reading

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San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur

San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading

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Big Sur meditation

Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the  struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading

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The darkest days

The darkest days Winter of 1992 is holding on and I’m hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Padget are… Continue reading

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