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No regrets.

No regret A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Good people bless us with their time and friendship.                                      No regret. She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading

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The animal.

The animal. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Who is the real loser in a war? Is there a winner?  The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure… Continue reading

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Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part three and four.

Saving Amber- part three A Chapter by Coyote Poetry“What hide in the dark. It will come out and hunt”                              … Continue reading

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Happy Halloween. Saving Amber. Part one and two.

Saving Amber- part one A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA story, part one. Saving Amber… Part one. Coyote and his baby coyotes were looking for a monster. His friend Amber been having dreams she was… Continue reading

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Happy Halloween. Never talk to strangers.

Never talk to a stranger.. The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “Fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading

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Another time, another place.

Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading

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Killed and killed.

Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry  A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.  Killed and killed. On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and… Continue reading

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The Texas two-step.

The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so cold. She held her whiskey like a old lover. So tightly. The Austin, Texas… Continue reading

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Love is a cruel mistress.

Love is a cruel mistress. You called me on a Sunny Friday and you asked me. Please Johnnie, meet me in Austin, Texas at midnight. I am feeling lonely, I need to dance… Continue reading

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Why do we write?

(Why do we write story and poetry?A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld wise saying. “If you are silence to the ugliness of this world. You are part of the problem.”) Poetry, my dear friends,is… Continue reading

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