COYOTE BLOOD

poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...

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Cows

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I will never be too old to yell "Cows!" when driving by a field of  cows. 

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Pork Boredom

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The rain comes and I go. Not going to be sacred with shoes. Never been bored in my life. I scream read in my head in the morning. Eat bacon ...

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disposable camera

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apparently it is an electric psychedelic thursday morning so says spotify by three o'clock i will be done for all the live long day i pu...

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We discuss live music, ponder if Tom Cruise has ever had Papa Johns, and talk a lot about Taskmaster with the hilarious comedian/actor Micha...

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getting back to normal is a chore. moving on is a must.  Summer's over. my daughter is starting middle school. I am a cancer survivor.  ...

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dynamic being

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We all have so many layers,  and a spectrum of emotions  and aspects of ourselves  that are brought out  by different people,  different env...

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My Cake Era is Coming to an End

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I dress like Adam Sandler on casual Friday, write about food too much,  and eat a piece of chocolate cake every day.  But I beat cancer  (go...

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Poem

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Starting over doesn't have to be big, it can consist of little things like letting go.

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My inner child, he is always with me.

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I may have this experience now,  and all these years behind me,  but ultimately I’m the same vulnerable,  sensitive, curious, wondrous, exal...

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You never know where you are in the story...

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An air conditioned attic. Nick Drake tunes. Her heartbreak. My cancer. This is the part you don’t know is a chapter. This is the part t...

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Dan Mangan is back on Bothering the Band!

Heard 'I love you' from Los Angeles...

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going there in september, still seeking how many times  can you move on?

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Poem

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I think I like falling in love in the stairwell light. So, come on, baby, let's do this right on an NYC night. Don't question it, le...

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NYC Update

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A beer garden thrift market,  too many DJs,  and race weekend at an art gallery? Velvet ropes and rooftop bottle service for some, and event...

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SCARY COOL SAD GOODBYE #75

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The bar was packed  with an assortment of unsavory-looking men  and lizard women who seemed like they’d evaporate  into a puff of smoke  the...

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Bopping Around Brooklyn

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the crack of the billiard balls. clean brunettes, no bras. groovy molars. CitiBiked up and down Guernsey Street. read Eileen Myles poetry. i...

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When your song comes on the bar but it’s empty...

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Eric won his pool game. Franco has quit smoking five times. I order a club soda. The bartender holds the lime. When Bushwick Blues by Delta ...

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My fiction wiggles into the world…

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When the Bushwick manipulator meets the Willytown cowboy, the two battle it out over a girl at Sophie’s on the LES. Their Carhartt beanies g...

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I wanna outlive Ozzy!

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the man likely lived more life in a random weekend in 1974 than my combined past, present, and future, but... I hope to make it to 82, with ...

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I got to bother SNL legend Bobby Moynihan!

fight or flight

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i keep wondering what I would do if I ran into you... besides sweating and stammering, I just hope I look cool.  just got a snazzy haircut, ...

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Shrimp Salad

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big fan of pondering the great mysteries... love, death, you, me, etc. how sad, how lovely is it all? my excuses to live better be better th...

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I’d love to talk poetry with you.

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I was looking. Of course I was. Typing your name like a reflex I never unlearned, hoping Google forgot how many times I’ve searched. An...
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