Category Archive: john coyote

Idyllwild…

(I need a year in Idyllwild, California.)  Idyllwild Last May 2018. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild.  My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no… Continue reading

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The last chance saloon…

The last chance saloon I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her… Continue reading

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Black as the night…

Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading

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José Feliciano and some words.

  Time for our world to befriend each other   It is a big, big wide world, so many people, all of us knowing the same enemy today. Russian government on YouTube told… Continue reading

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Never been to Spain. Johnnie need a road trip.

(So tire of the quiet streets and the lock down. The coronaviras making me wish to go anywhere. I need to escape the house. Find Port Austin and wash my feet in Lake… Continue reading

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I will never leave Michigan again

   I will Never left Michigan again Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence and I read poetry at Hyde Park… Continue reading

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The first day of May- Tomorrow

Happy May-day-  Beautiful day The first day of May, the sun is shining and the blue sky above, a blessing. I sit by Lake St. Clair, the water is dancing for me, the… Continue reading

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April- Poetry month- What is poetry?

What is poetry?     I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh… Continue reading

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The intoxication kiss…

The intoxicating kiss (I was asked. What do you remember? I told them, when the kiss was so sweet and so wonderful. Each kiss, we shall remember.)   The wine, the songs and… Continue reading

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I dream it was silence. War poetry.

I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you. That… Continue reading

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