Tag Archive: short-story

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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When the drinker prays.

When the drinker prays… Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading →

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Slip and fall..

Slip and fall.. I requested some kind words. I asked her to tell me. I love you. Please tell me, you will wait for me and please make these seconds, we have left.… Continue reading →

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The Texas gals.

The Texas gals. Once I escaped Michigan. I was seeking death and I went to three war zones and I learn. I had something left. The gods of life blessed me and I… Continue reading →

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A safe place, a kind face.

A safe place, a kind face. Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind him,… Continue reading →

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Hello Jennifer.

Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written.    Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading →

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When I am done.

When I am done.. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now.I need little. I wonder where do the old soldiers go? When they are so… Continue reading →

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Almost love in California.

Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading →

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The raging water..

The raging water.. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading →

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A safe harbor..

A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading →

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