Tag Archive: Writing

Monkey’s paw. A Halloween tale.

Monkey’s paw- Halloween 2021 A Story by Coyote PoetryPart of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost some something. Happy Halloween.            … Continue reading

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The coyote is dancing today.

The Coyote is dancing.. Once, locked-up man knew the solace  and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading

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Black as the night.

Black as the night  I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance. She… Continue reading

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Please break me.

Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful.                       Break me and… Continue reading

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The Chelsea hotel.

The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle.

Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss… Continue reading

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We become, who we supposed to be. Part two.

We become, who we supposed to be. Part two. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryPart two.                    We become, who we supposed to be. (Part two)… It was late… Continue reading

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We become, who we supposed to be.

We become, who we supposed to be. A Chapter by Coyote PoetryChapter one.                     We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a 30-30 once.… Continue reading

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Secret and lies.

Secrets and lies… I found her bleeding out near the sea. She held a empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle and her eyes were empty and cold. I sat with her and I took… Continue reading

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The hanging tree.

The hanging tree… In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading

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