Once upon a time..
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
Tag Archive: fiction
The Gypsy dance..
The Gypsy dance.. Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well,can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two.
We become, who we suppose to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we suppose to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. Part one.
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
Old soldier..
Old soldier… A Story by Coyote Poetry Only Soldiers understand what another soldier had saw and felt. Strangers to war and violence cannot understand. When you are near death for too long. You appreciate… Continue reading
We must slow down my darling and a beautiful IMANY song.
We must slow down my darling… Drunkest poet, drunkest soldier in Austin, Texas. He wrote to a journal.“Nothing is lost,nothing is gain,we will back step,we will fall forward and we will get up.This is… Continue reading
Please kiss me and tell me I am the only one you need.
Please kiss me and tell me I am the only one you need… She had waited a thousand days for him. War and confusion had made their love wait. They shared a 100… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw.. My January tale.
Monkey’s paw.. My late January tale. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
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
I drink alone..
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading