Tag Archive: short-story

The Texas two-step..

The Texas two-step.. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading

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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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The silence and the sea..

The silence and the sea.. Blessed is the man who knew regret and he learn from it.Lucky is the man who loses the emotion of rage,learn to live in the splendor of celebrating… Continue reading

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Who are we? What did I become?

Who are we? What did I become? The poet wrote into a journal. “Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, & Sloth.” “Sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch”  He found a safe place in… Continue reading

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Black as the night..

Black as the night..  Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves, make a wise man become a tomfoolery… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle..

Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.                     Spin the bottle.. Old man sat alone.Told me. “Damn if you do. Damn… Continue reading

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My secret life..

My secret life… I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading

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She was a Spring warm day and I was a Winter storm..

She was a Spring warm day and I was a Winter storm.. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading

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Leftover wine..

Leftover wine.. In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listen to her tale and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading

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Trying to lose your memory..

Trying to lose your memory.. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading

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