Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found.
Don’t look for things you don’t want to be found. A Halloween tale. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen nonfiction feel like fiction. You have seen too much. Don’t look for things you don’t… Continue reading
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The coyote is dancing today.
The Coyote is dancing.. Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
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
Please break me.
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
Spin the bottle.
Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be. Part two.
We become, who we supposed to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two. We become, who we supposed to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading
We become, who we supposed to be.
We become, who we supposed to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading
Secret and lies.
Secrets and lies… I found her bleeding out near the sea. She held a empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle and her eyes were empty and cold. I sat with her and I took… Continue reading
The hanging tree.
The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
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