Daily Archive: May 17, 2022

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer. Part six.

What is wrong, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part six… “Making love… Did we make love, did we seek the place of mercy? Did I love you enough? Were we running to each… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part five…

What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer.. part five. Jennifer wanted to drive my Dodge truck. We put the baby seat in the back seat. Tiffany was content with the roomy old… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four.

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.. Part four I awoke alone in the bed. I heard Jennifer and her baby in the shower. She left the bathroom door open and I… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer. Part three.

What is wrong, what is right? Dear Jennifer. Part three. I arrived in Clinton, Michigan around twelve pm. I haven’t seen Jennifer since April 1987. The year 1991 is almost over and I… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer, part two.

What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer… Part two.. In 1991, I gave-up. I gave everything of value away and everything else to the trash. Two brother committed suicide, one in 1988… Continue reading

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What is right, what is wrong? dear Jennifer..

 What is right, what is wrong?  Part one, dear Jennifer… The orchards are blooming, my grandfather’s roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting… Continue reading

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Delicate flower…

Delicate flower A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Some people and places are perfect. They are delicate flowers and perfect places.                                  Delicate flower.. I was a wore and torn man, receded into the whiskey… Continue reading

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I want to love you like…

  I want to love you like… I want to love you like we are babies just learning to love. I want you to undress with the lights on, allowing me to see… 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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Do you know me?

Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading

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