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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