Category Archive: john coyote

The Water, Sky and the Earth. The long walk.

The Water, Sky and the Earth. The long walk. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Finally adding to the chapters of one of my stories.   The long walk “When death is close. Seconds… Continue reading

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-Whim and follies

Whim and follies I told her. Sometimes good to go slow. Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food. He will forget to cherish the taste, the gentle… Continue reading

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–Big Sur

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

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-The road called me

The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.                                  The road called me I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got… Continue reading

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–She had Angels wings upon her back

She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading

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-Heaven and hell

Heaven and hell A Story by Coyote Poetry Disappointment in love are lessons to prepare us for true love.                      Heaven and hell “We can die of fear and our heart be filled… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress

The lady in the black dress A Poem by Coyote Poetry just words The lady in the black dress Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle… Continue reading

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__Song of the dead and the song of the living

Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places                                       Song of the dead and the song of the living. I… Continue reading

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Good song and a poem—-Two out of three ain’t bad

Two out of three ain’t bad A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two out of three ain’t bad I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes… Continue reading

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The last Utopia. The pen and the paper.

Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere.                                 Utopia of the pen and… Continue reading

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