Poem - Howling by Stephen W. Cote

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Stephen W. Cote

Short Stories

- Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 1: Bunking the Dragon
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 2: Tea on a Leaf
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 3: All Out
- The Predator of the Meadow
- Empire
- The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile
- The Autumn Engagement
- The Autumn Engagement

Poems

- Salem
- Transposition
- Embryo (parts 0 - 14)
- Aquamarine
- Natural Angels
- Superstition
- Winter (parts 1 - 15)
- Out Goes the Light
- Firework
- A Dilemma
- Brassiere
- Fireman
- Caveman
- Falling Leaves
- Desperate Times
- Beautiful Faces
- Escape To Morning
- Howling
- Applejack
- A Cafe Rose
- The Evils That Men Do
- Ray In The Sun
- Beautiful Faces
- Reversal
- The Wolvenblauer

Howling
by Stephen W. Cote

I'll never concede to night
Now, I gaze at the pale moon light
As though my mind was diseased
And wracked and wreathed
In a halo of sinful sight

I'll never curse my home land
Now, I cry out like the damned
My body is ready to reave
It shirks, it shrieks
With poison in my glands

While tending to a forest song
I felt strong, but knew all along
From the voice I heard
In the sound, and words
A question: where do I belong?

I taste the spirit in the wind
As I cry at the night again
Forever the moon draws near
My thoughts pure and clear
I cry in a canyon without end

As though my mind was diseased
And my body ready to reave
I cry into the wind

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