Category Archive: story

“The weeping willow”

The weeping willow   Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.   Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart… Continue reading

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The Island- part five

(The Island- part five A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter)   The Island   We stood at Lake Gichigana and Nicole held me, her arms around me making me feel okay.… Continue reading

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The Island- part two

(The Island- Part two A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A story.)   The Island- part 2   Lana sat to the left of me and Nicole to the right. Lana told me, I… Continue reading

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The Island

(New book started. I hope you like)   The Island- Part one A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A dream turned story.   The Island I am sitting alone near Lake Huron in Port… Continue reading

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Did we love? Did we bleed??

Did we love? Did we bleed?   Oh, la, la, l, dear love, I sang to you, I sang for us. We were whiskey nights and whiskey kisses. I loved you more than… Continue reading

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The sea and the chess game.

Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People saw a old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you”

Did I ever love you?   Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.   Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.   Love… Continue reading

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“My Joan of Arc”

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading

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Black heart

Black heart   In 1994, old soldier was trying to drink himself to death. He had given everything he owned away and left everyone he loved. Behind.   He loved the crimson light,… Continue reading

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“I knew how to sing once dear Julie

I knew how to sing once dear Julie   Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever. When I drink my coffee late at night and I write.… Continue reading

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