The Eagle Cried

I’m honored to share a poem from my friend, Northern California writer Richard Turton. The Eagle Cried The acrid smell of cordite Still hovered in the air. No breeze to wash away The scent of Satan’s hair.   The Medivac’s are fading now, Their cabins filled with dead. So many grisly pictures Are surging through…

My Winter love

More absolutely wonderful poetry from John Coyote…Click here for: My Winter love.   If you aren’t following you should be. It will touch your heart and soul.