Veteran day-2021

 Do the fallen remember? I remember my father, held on to the rum and he held on to the memories of the Korean war blood. I would stay-up with him and I would… Continue reading →

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Seconds in time…..

Seconds in time…..              I learn in a bloody crazy life.              Seconds become so important.              I went to war in 1991.             I called my Gandfather Reyes… Continue reading →

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Missing pieces. Part two.

Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood.               Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean… Continue reading →

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The missing pieces- Part one

The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.         … Continue reading →

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Father’s burden…

Father’s burden. A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman. Father’s burden….           (My father  was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look… Continue reading →

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Like father…..

Like father. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBlood of father flowed in my vein and I can see his face.                                       Like father…. I look in the mirror.What do I see? Have I become what… Continue reading →

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Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.

The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale.                                 The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading →

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The strong and the blessed…

The strong and the blessed… Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading →

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Father never cries

 Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading →

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading →

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