Category Archive: Big Sur

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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‘Big Sur a-dreaming’

Big Sur a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Sur, Ca. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————– Big Sur a-dreaming. A un-mark road with a small sign… Continue reading

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“Everybody hurt”

      Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold… Continue reading

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I serenaded to the sea

I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We were shadows dancing upon the beach. Safe from the peril of real life                             I serenaded  to the paragon of… Continue reading

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California coastline dreams-Alisa Fineman

Big Sur. The land carved by the hands of God. Naure gifts to the wise person who love the sea, the forest and the sky. The Pacific. The Peaceful sea. She wait for… Continue reading

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