Tag Archive: fiction

A new Halloween tale. Lestat’s coffee shop conversation.

Lestat’s coffee shop conversation. Was a quiet San Diego night. I read my poetry at a poetry reading next to the Lestat’s coffee shop. I read an old poem. ” Bitter branches Old… 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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She was a diamond.

She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands.  She was a Diamond.                                20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts… Continue reading

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Monkey’s paw. A Halloween tale.

Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2021 A Story by Coyote PoetryPart of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween.            … Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy; I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading

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The rising sun.

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading

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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.

Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading

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Gentle on my mind.

Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading

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Cocoa Beach.

Cocoa beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard in… Continue reading

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