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5Coyote Press

3 Sisters

The Rose

Discreta Caritas

Small Thoughts

When The Full Moon Is Feeding

One day Coyote was out walking and saw in the rocks above his head, a bright, shiney thing. He pressed his eye up against it, pushed his mind through, and pulled his body in after.
Flying from tree to tree, then diving down to pick up something shiny. Raven caught sight of, and hold of the last of Coyote's tail, as it disappeared into the rock.

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"The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them."

"Every problem has in it the seed of its own solution."

"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong, the amount of work required is the same."

"...that What is Grand is necessarily obscure to Weak Men. That which can be made Explicit to the Idiot is not worth my care."

"If our dreams are not to be fulfilled, they should at least be splendid."

"If you can't be kind, at least be vague."

"To keep your character intact, you must not stoop to a foolish act. For it makes it easier to stoop the next time."

"Our true character is what we do when we think no one is looking."

5 Coyote Press

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Small Thoughts on a Stranger

`;)`	`Double/Double A creche of gods chorus the lament of Tuesday's sweet pudding voice. Her soliloquy of phantom wrongs scribbled on a perfumed note. Stage lights silhouette Uma's breasts. Breasts the size of hope! Do I dare? Double, triple dare!`

`;)`	`The Coldest Day of the Year Exhaust escapes the camouflage of night; a taste of diesel sick in crystal feathers that tickle an arthritic dawn. Awake, the vaunted sun of Abraham useless, in the battle grey nadir of this cryo-generic archipelago, where undulating quires of snow "will cut ya".`