Monthly Archive: May, 2022

BABYLON BERLIN

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She glided like a sleek cadillac down the Unter den Linden her smile as wide as the Brandenburg Gate and came onto me engine purring like a lady of…

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The crying woman… Chapter eight to the ending.

 The crying woman- Chapter eight We relaxed till four thirty pm. We talked little and I went swimming alone and I enjoyed the chill of the water. Lawrence left and he returned with… Continue reading

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The crying woman… Chapter four to seven.

The crying woman…Page four. I went back to my room and I called my mother. I told her, I would send her eight hundred today to the western union. She was happy and… Continue reading

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The crying woman.. Chapter one to three.

 A story found in a dream. For Cheryl. Dear lady midnight. You are not forgotten.                                  The crying… Continue reading

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Don’t explain dear lover…

 Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle, I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading

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The stone face man…

The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one wants to hear them anyway.                               Stone face man… In old New Orleans 1993. I found a… Continue reading

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I love you…

I love you A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just a lost love poem from November 1993                                  I love you… I love you more than the morning sunrise.I love you more than all my… Continue reading

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Angela…

Angela A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.              Angela… Her beauty had lessen with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading

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Hold my hands…

 Hold my hands… (May poetry number eight.) I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the… Continue reading

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The dandelion…

The first dandelion… The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One beautiful dandelion had appeared through the Winter… Continue reading

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