Category Archive: California

The sheep and the wolf.

The sheep and the wolf A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to play the hunter. Hard to be the innocence sheep. But for a moment.                … Continue reading

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The song of the seasons.

The songs of the seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale.                             The song of fall Warm… Continue reading

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My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.

My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea.   Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading

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Big Surf and Alisa Fineman

Big Surf and Alisa Fineman A Poem by Coyote Poetry A beautiful song bird of the California coastline.                           Big Surf and Alisa Fineman I put two brothers into graves in 1988-1989. Joined… Continue reading

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The word man.

The word man. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need people to desire peace before we cross a line of no return. Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry… Continue reading

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My siren

My siren A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we need beauty and mystery to keep our hope alive.                      My Siren The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for… Continue reading

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Good whiskey, a old truck and a pretty woman near.

Good whiskey, a old truck and pretty woman near. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The good days are not forgotten.                             Good whiskey, a old truck and  a pretty woman near. I was… Continue reading

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The damn road

The damn road A Poem by Coyote Poetry The road can tempt a man to escape even in the heat of paradise. The damn road   It was a  cold winter day in… Continue reading

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Souvenirs

                                                                                                                     Grandparent                                                    Grandparent. Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age.                    Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big… Continue reading

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I remember you.

                                               The coastline of Monterey. I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember… Continue reading

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