“My last stand will be in New York city”

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading →

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New York city light chapter 7-8. New chapter

The New York city lights-Set-up and conversation. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter.   The New York city lights Me and Dorthy were left alone. Our friendly bartender and the manager… Continue reading →

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The New York city lights-A New York day

The New York city lights- A New York day—Chapter six A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Just words                                   The New York city lights–A New York day–chapter six Dorthy dressed lightly. A long dress… Continue reading →

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New York city lights-part four

New York city lights A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Part four of my time in New York.                                       New York city lights- The trip with Dorthy I left Fort Dix, New Jersey… Continue reading →

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The New York city lights

The New York city lights. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. Please enjoy I left Iraq in the Winter of 1992. I was sent to Fort Dix, New Jersey.  I took… Continue reading →

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A fieldtrip to New York—-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… Continue reading →

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Fore New York city. “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… Continue reading →

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Part three. New York city. “The Chelsea Hotel”

The Chelsea Hotel A Chapter by Coyote Poetry The third chapter. I hope you enjoy.                                    The Chelsea Hotel We were served the Lombardi’s pizza. We chose the deep-dish pizza. Recommended by the… Continue reading →

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New York city. Part two. Central Park.

Central Park A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A day in New York                     Central Park I awoke smelling fresh coffee and pancakes/bacon being cooked. I saw Dorothy was busy in her kitchen. I… 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… Continue reading →

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