Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.… Continue reading
A whisper, a prayer (For Corporal Anne Vassas) Our children, are like a garden to us. We want them to expand and grow to evermore. Once unstoppable spirit, left my… Continue reading
(The Island- Part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.) The Island- part 2 Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale (For Leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of… Continue reading
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.… Continue reading
Hell-bend highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale(For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila… Continue reading
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old… Continue reading
Silence and listen A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to listen. Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.… Continue reading