Tag Archive: short-story

The wolf and the raven dance. And music by the beautiful Harp twins.

The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading

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If it be your will. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.

If it be your will. I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her.  I asked,… Continue reading

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Love did whisper to be on a summer day. And a wonderful Rachel Hardy song.

Love did whisper to me on a summer day. She was a butterfly dancing in the wind, her long colorful dress moving with the breeze and love, did whisper to me on a… Continue reading

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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. He told me. Damn if you do. Damn if… Continue reading

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Two steps from hell. A secret melody.

Two steps from hell- A secret melody.. He told the pretty British girl in the city of London. There are consequences for every action, we do. The fatality of youth, we believe. We… Continue reading

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Two guitars.

Two guitars. I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading

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Toxic and a beautiful Yael Naim song.

Toxic. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading

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Dearest Cheryl.

Where are you my sweet lady blue? You were so damn pretty, and you begged for my attention. You were muse and siren. Your kiss deadly and so damn sweet. You wanted me… Continue reading

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Please remember who you were.

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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Then you can tell me goodbye. And a lovely Joss Stone song.

“Please sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss.  Joss Stone.” Then you can tell me goodbye. Pretty lady with the saddest eyes, always found me on a Friday night in Austin, Texas. She… Continue reading

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