Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written? (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war. Killed and killed On Friday night my father drank his rum when I was a… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts.. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He write sleeping man poetry and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can find even the coldest in heart. I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part… Continue reading
In hell, I will be in good company… Once I sang the Soldier’s prayer. “Drink till you cannot, dance till you cannot. Make love to the wild gals, when you can and sing… Continue reading
Just men A Poem by Coyote Poetry First job in country of Kuwait in 1992. Move the dead frozen bodies from Death Valley. Just men… (I got to Iraq. My first task was to… Continue reading
When will we have enough war?… Once a small child on the beach. The photo broke the world’s heart. We did not learn. Russians shooting into cities, Russians shooting at public buildings. The… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading
Love letters… Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading