Tag Archive: short-story

Dearest Nicole..

(Dearest Nicole told me. The vastness of everything. The vastness of nothing. What is real? We must decide.) Dearest Nicole.. I befriended her at a strip-club. She was the dancer with the far-away… Continue reading

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Just a song..

Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading

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Parable of Cecilia..

Parable of Cecilia A Poem by Coyote Poetrya great song.                           Parable of Cecilia.. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. … Continue reading

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Wild horses.. And a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.

Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading

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You are perfect..

You are perfect.. Old Poet wrote words for a pretty dancer at the Stray Cat lounge, she is dancing bare-footed and alone on the lonely dance floor.. “What is wrong, what is right,… Continue reading

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My oh my.. And a amazing Leonard Cohen song.

My oh my Johnnie was drinking hard whiskey, was watching the sea dance and the sky turn more blacker and dangerous on the Monterey Wharf last tavern. A sweet voice whispered, big storm… Continue reading

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The silence and the sea..

The silence and the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We need to listen to the sea, the wind and rebirth each day hopeful and ready.                                        The silence and the sea.. Blessed is… Continue reading

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The daylight fading..

The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading

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Scottish gal kisses..

The sweetest Scottish gal kisses My gun are locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… 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. And today I love you… Continue reading

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