Category Archive: Poetry and story

Just words…

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway   Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there… Continue reading

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Lady of the lake…

 Lady of the lake ——————————————————————————————- We loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, we loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same       Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your… Continue reading

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A evening blessing..

A evening blessing, you are         My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery… Continue reading

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Think big and some Sarah Justine Packwood song. Some poetry.

Think big     Think big my child, be brave in dreams. Reach for the sun, touch the stars. Swim in the long river, waltz with the dangerous sea. Love many, dance many… Continue reading

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Wild horses- a short story

Wild horses- Introduction A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A writer and a painter discussing life and things.                                  … Continue reading

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You are my freedom…

You are my freedom       The free road and  we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful  places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading

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40 cents more…

40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she  told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a… Continue reading

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If I had magic….

If I had magic       Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide… Continue reading

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