Tag Archive: short-story

She was dancing alone.

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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A whiskey and a glass of water.

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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Jazzy Monday and some words.

Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading

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Russian Roulette.

The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading

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Leather and lace.

Leather and lace I have played monster, demon and abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to go. I have found… Continue reading

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Angela.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry (We can fall so low and deep. Need someone to pull us up to see daylight.)             Angela Her beauty had became less  with time.The circle of darkness surrounded… Continue reading

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She wanted Paris and I wanted her.

She wanted Paris and I wanted her.   “Paris at dusk,” We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and… Continue reading

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She wanted Paris and I wanted her. The train ride.

The train ride to Paris We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown… Continue reading

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The word, love. Just another four-letter word.

The word, Love is. Just another four-letter word…  She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the free… Continue reading

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Please remember who you are.

Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading

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