The parable of the flowers

jedyoong(Thank you for the photo) The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man     She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas.  I went nightly… Continue reading →

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Boundless sea, honey love…

Boundless sea, honey love and a sacred fire A Story by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Boundless sea, honey love and sacred fire It was early Summer of 1994 and I was stationed in… Continue reading →

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We danced for the stars

  We can dance for the stars   Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes.  I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm… Continue reading →

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“Never talk to a stranger”

Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”.  Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading →

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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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