Tag Archive: short-story

The damned and the foolish..

The Damned and the Foolish.. The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sat together in a oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnished love leave us in the… Continue reading

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The animal..

The prisoners may seem weak and controlled.   Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading

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I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you..

I will drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you.… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows.- chapter three.

Ghost and shadows- chapter three A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter three.. Love find us, we do not find love—John Donne.)                     Ghost and shadows- part three…… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows.. Part two.

Ghost and shadows… A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two…                      Ghost and shadows… Johnnie sat with Tanya. He loved seeing her face, the fire and… Continue reading

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Ghost and shadows- chapter one..

Ghost and shadows- chapter one. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryLife is accepting life as-is. Maybe we have enough. Ghost and shadows- chapter one…  Beautiful Tanya waited patiently with the kind morning sun upon her… Continue reading

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Dear Monterey..

Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading

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She used to love me a lot.

She used to love me a lot…. I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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All my friend had settle down..

All my friends had settle down… ( All my friends had got fat and fear their wives. Needing a friend to raise more cane.) A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking… Continue reading

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Silence and listen..

Silence and listen.. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind.  Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading

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