Tag Archive: Texas

Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… 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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“leather and lace”

Leather and lace   I have played the monster, the demon and the abuser. I was left with the gin and the long Island ice teas, too much sin and no place to… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild eyes searched for what… Continue reading

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“Perhaps, perhaps my love”

Perhaps, perhaps my love   The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.   Words are shared… Continue reading

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‘Drink of me dear lover’

Drink of me my dear lover A Story by Coyote Poetry More Texas story. Drink of me my dear lover   I loved the Austin Texas nights, alive and vibrant with people and… Continue reading

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‘A dance with death’

                A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to… Continue reading

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‘Toxic’

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… Continue reading

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‘She crazy’

My father. He  loved the rum and the gin,  he loved the women too. He was a rolling stone who wanted the long highway and the new places. Home, was the place where… Continue reading

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