Monthly Archive: April, 2019

“Drunk man calling”

(Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories.)   Drunk man calling   It is 3 am in the… Continue reading

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Why do we write?

(Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.”)     Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a… Continue reading

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“Nothing left to lose”

Nothing left to lose     I lay in the silence of the deadening silence. All my dreams dead and buried when you left me alone. You were my savior and my killer.… Continue reading

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Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration

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Some California poetry

Dear Clinton, Michigan   You told me often, love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California wasn’t enough, I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told… Continue reading

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Some poetry

Rage and pain, illusion and deceit. Love born than died. —- Slender shoulders kissed. The nakedly dance, the midnight hour splendor —— Captured, unrestrained, taunts and torment. Imperfection enshrined.     John Castellenas/Coyote

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A Recipe For Disaster

Originally posted on FLOALOGY:
A RECIPE FOR DISASTER    With all of the hatred  That breathes and grows by the day  Along with all of the racism  That spreads and poisons all in…

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Some poetry

(Five short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) War The war is over, the guns locked away, the soldiers are resting. Youth and eyes burned out by war, No-one won. ——————————————————————————————… Continue reading

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“The moonlight and you”

The moonlight and you   I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you, I learn I could… Continue reading

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A mad man prayer

(A mad man prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can create a madness.)   A mad man prayer   I woke up with your name on my lips.   THE PHONE IS… Continue reading

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